Stray Kid Songtext

Well, your Daddy died at 18While you were on the wayAnd your Mam aworked to feed youShe said herself to payShe left a stray-kid to runA little stray-kid to runHey little stray-kid better runIn the rich man's fireIn the rich man's fireSTRAY-KID you'd better runSTRAY-KID he's got a gunSTRAY-KID you'd better runYou'd better run, better runBarefoot bay you've just a beggerAnd if you steal you'll dieKnow your brothers and your sistersWill sell you for a dimeHey little stray-kid better runFrom the rich man's fireFrom the rich man's fireSTRAY-KID you'd better runSTRAY-KID he's got a gunSTRAY-KID you'd better runYou'd better run, better runYou saw your friend shot in the backAnd the beach slowly tuned to redThe sun went-down and blushed the skyAnd the world sunk into blood