Running With The Bulls

RUNNING WITH THE BULLS - Written by Carroll Bryant 

There is no warning for the young 

What is done is already done 

You cannot escape the morning sun 

Your finger prints are still on the gun 

(In life)

You can't think normally 

Your brain can't begin to understand

Running with the bulls

Wasting time with the fools 

You're trying to hide the fact that this is only where you're at

Dealing with all of your failures

You need to feed your addiction 

Anxiously to fall down to your knees 

You know you're always a contradiction away

From realizing that this is where you're stuck at 

(In life) 

There is no such thing as normality 

You have a brain that simply can't comprehend

Running with the bulls

Wasting time with the fools 

You're trying to hide the fact that this is only where you're at

Dealing with all of your failures

At the bottom of the bottle

At the beginning of the night 

At the bottom of the barrel 

At the beginning of your little life

You have to please to get pleased

You can't recall how this all started 

Now it's so hard to let it go

A troubled soul of a lost teenager

A little girl looking forward to being a whore

Nothing out there looks normal 

There's not a brain in the world that could understand 

Running with the bulls

Wasting time with the fools 

You're trying to hide the fact that this is only where you're at

Dealing with all of your failures

At the bottom of the morning

At the bottom of the sea

At the bottom of a prescription

At the bottom of make believe 

You have to please to get pleased 

Running with the bulls

Wasting time with the fools 

You're trying to hide the fact that this is only where you're at

Dealing with all of your failures

Looking at it from this light 

At the bottom of your little life