It's said there's a straw that can break your back Even Atlas couldn't carry the weight I witnessed the curse, the power at work The day your father passed away You're on the run On the run The silver screen saviour teaches self-medication And the habit keeps the pain at bay Oh with your will in the gutter and the bleach drained your colour Like the flowers you left on his grave You're on the run On the run On the run On the run In a chapel in Vegas, eternal Elvis Sings a sermon of life after death Kept a direct line to Heaven since '77 For the winter of your discontent (oh) ♪ On the run You're on the run On the run On the run On the run You're on the run On the run On the run