if you won’t, carry a gun
and if you won’t, learn to run
hide from the world, it will come for you
you have no place in this time
if you won’t, carry a gun
and if you won’t, learn to run
hide from the world, it will come for you
you have no place in this time
and it’s the cars on the highway
it’s the drunks singing ‘my way’
we’re all caught in a hidden camera show
and it’s the thril of deception
it’s the chill of rejection
in the faces of the people we don’t know
if you love, bury it deep
when you talk, know that talk is cheap
swallow your tongue, this is not your fight
it’s braver sometimes just to run
and it’s the cars on the highway
it’s the drunks singing my way’
we’re all caught in a hidden camera show
and it’s the cars on the highway
it’s the drunks singing ‘my way’
we’re all caught in a hidden camera show
and it’s the blink of a shutter
it’s the hitman in the gutter
we’re all caught in a hidden camera show
and I close my eyes, turn my face to the sky
I won’t smile for your hidden camera show