I got a mother, I got a father
Diamond rations, stark white collar
She looks good, he makes the dollars
I'm just sweeter, you wouldn't want her

I gotta run, run, run, run
I gotta run

Mama's at ease in socialite graces
Papa remembers the names with the faces
I can speak on the topic of religion
Just can't seem to make a clear decision

I gotta run, run, run, run
Run to the City of Refuge
I gotta run, I gotta run

Mama's got a lover, papa thinks he's sober
Pray on my knees, the clouds keep fallin' over
Torn down the lace, booze on his collar
They never ask if the secret's boiling over
Under white sheets where all I do is wonder

Where I'm gonna run, run, run, run
Run to the City of Refuge
Where everyone is mating
I gotta run, I gotta run

Where there's a mother, where there's a father
Adam's on the roof and Eve is in the gutter
Eden's on the far side where the circle started
To run with gods, you gotta run harder

Run, run, run
Run to the City of Refuge
Where everyone is mating
Oh, the City of Refuge
Where everyone is mating

Oh, the City of Refuge
Where our burden's laying it down
Where we came from