I was born and bred in trouble
Became addicted to the struggle
Can't lay the blame on no one else
I'm a danger to myself
There's contention within my soul
Incarcerated, no parole
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief
I hope my last breath is a sigh of relief

I gotta cut 'n run
Before I hurt someone
I'm a son of a gun
I gotta cut 'n run

Feels like I'm going straight to hell
Somebody's poisoned the wishing well
Nobody ever got ready by waiting
So who died and made you Satan?
I think I've overstayed my welcome
There's no such thing as a happy ending
Everything burns, baby, that's a fact
If I get out of this I won't be back

I gotta cut 'n run
Before I hurt someone
Staring down the barrel of a gun
I gotta cut 'n run

Just when you think all hope is gone
You're right back where you started from
There's something 'bout living on the edge
That keeps us all hanging on

I gotta cut 'n run
Before I hurt someone
I'm a son of a gun
I gotta cut 'n run

I was born and bred in trouble
Became addicted to the struggle
Can't lay the blame on no one else
I'm a danger to myself
I've seen the dead walk among the living
You can't survive on wishful thinking
I wrote this song to let you know
I ain't gonna live in your world no more

I gotta cut 'n run
Before I hurt someone
Staring down the barrel of a gun
I gotta cut 'n run

I gotta cut 'n run
I gotta cut 'n run
I gotta cut 'n run
I gotta cut 'n run

I gotta cut 'n run
I gotta cut 'n run
I gotta cut 'n run
Staring down the barrel of a gun