Run from Ends by Nick Lutsko

Holy rollers fall like soldiers on grenades
I can’t hang
Full disclosure, I don’t know where I belong
Self promoters huff exposure
While the saints all die in vain
Please don’t read my epilogue

I don’t want to be that guy
Mirror, mirror, tell me lies
Show me something I don’t see
Can’t let them take their eyes off me

So run, rabbit, run
The farmer ate his gun
The whole entire forest is racing for your lunch
Run, rabbit, run
The farmer ate his gun
And now the whole damn garden is ravaged in the sun

Run


Changing wardrobe in the back row of the play
That’s my stage
The award goes to the loudest of them all
And the lord knows that our sore throats
Aren’t the source of our true pain
We’ll keep screaming til curtain call

I don’t want to be that guy
Mirror, mirror, tell me lies
Show me something I don’t see
Can’t let them take their eyes off me

So run, rabbit, run
The farmers days are done
You chase carrots in the barracks
Then you’re off on a new hunt
Run, rabbit, run
You think you’re having fun
Until you’re staring down the barrel of a very different gun
So run, rabbit, run
The war is never won
You get bored for a moment
Then floored by the next one
Run, rabbit, run
You’re almost to the front
But now the whole damn garden
Is ravaged in the sun

Run

Run, rabbit, run
The farmer ate his gun
The whole entire forest is racing for your lunch
Run, rabbit, run
The farmer ate his gun
And now the whole damn garden is ravaged in the sun

I don’t want to be that guy
Mirror, mirror, tell me lies
Show me something I don’t see
Can’t let them take their eyes off me

I don’t want to be that guy
I don’t want to be that guy

• Alternative
• indie rock
• progressive pop
• Chattanooga