I was still a child when you caught me And tied me to your bed You gave me shoes and pretty clothes, And I gave you what I had between my legs Just a rite of passage, You held me down and said "I'm gonna be your right of passage, So boy you better spread, spread 'em" You said: "Run, run, run as fast as you can But you can't run run from the childcatcher's hands" "Run, run, run as fast as you can But you can't... I bet you can't" And I wrote your name in my sheet across the town To warn the kids of your bloodshed When I chased you with a burning cross, My mother she wanted you dead "Run, run, run as fast as you can But you can't run run from my Lord given hand" She said: "Run, run, run as fast as you can But you can't run run from my Lord given hand" She said: "Run, run, run as fast as you can But you can't run run from my..." And I said: "Run!" And I said: "Run!" (Run, run, run, yeah! Run, run, run, yeah! Run, run, run, yeah! Oh!) You said: "Well I've got no time for victims And I don't think it was all that bad And if you can't run to save yourself Well, then you deserve to be had This is the age of constipation, This is the age of martyrdom I think you even enjoyed it, I think I even saw you come" You said: "Run, run, run as fast as you can Run, run, run as fast as you can Run, run, run as fast as you can You can't catch me on the..."