Hit and Run
Swept upon my doorstep
Shadows falling at my feet
Oh my
He asks me for my money
Then throws me toward the street
I'm slipping through his fingers
Slipping through his arms
The car swerves through my gait
Collapsing on my knees
Clawing at the fender
Nails are bleeding
What can you say when such trouble finds your way
Do you kneel and then pray?
The pauper steals his medicine yet reviles his fall from grace
Does he kneel and then prey?
Pulled into an alley
He picks my pockets clean
Trembling, red vision
Anger rising
I grip him by the neck
And squeeze his windpipe free
You'll die, you'll die
You'll die but not I!
The hit and run cannot be undone the moment's gone too soon
You stick and you move
And don't you mix up all the facts for the policeman calls for you
You stick and you move
Patch me up stitches hold
Reset the broken bones make me whole again
Call up my folks tell them I will be home at ten
Tell them I will be home again
Lyrics © 2017 Jason Vitelli
Autor(es): JASON VITELLI