Wednesday, June 10, 2015

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 








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