Fugitive On the Run

Waking up at the crack of dawn No re-collection of the night just gone A lethal cocktail he had consumed Out cold all night is what he assumed Unaware of the crime he'd committed Horrific details now being submitted No choice now he'd have to run Cashed up and armed with a gun Life now would never be the same New clothes a shave and a different name Surviving on odd jobs paid only cash in hand The thought of being locked up he couldn't stand He found it hard believing what he'd done Hearing details left him feeling numb Only young with many years to live Only now his life was as a fugitive