Give Me the Sun

Hide out, shake up, city’s on lockdown

Tune in, stake out, leave before I’m found

I’ll call on you as soon as I can

I won’t tell you the master plan

Give me the sun

Give me the last of your money

I’m on the run

And I don’t need none of your

Funny business, your forgiveness

I don’t care what you think of me

I’ll head for the sun

So give me the last of your money

Close-shave haircut, see-through ghost town

It’s moving too slow, so I need a new playground

I’m running just as fast as I can

I don’t expect that you’ll understand

Give me the sun

Give me the last of your money

I’m on the run

And I don’t need none of your

Funny business, your forgiveness

I don’t care what you think of me

I’ll head for the sun

So give me the last of your money