You Should Have Run

You Should Have Run I’ll kill you with my cutting tongue, I’ll make you wish from a ceiling your Neck was hung. I’ll run through all of your money, Like it was water pouring down my Throat and seeping deep into my lungs. You’ll wish your last song Had been sung, When I’m finished with you And down has gone the sun. For the world spins around me And my wicked ways, That’s the way it’s always spun. Don’t you wish you would Have run when you saw Me coming your way, Back when you were young?