Skerrod's looking up,
He's learning all about making bread.
There's a second chance on the line
If the numbers come in.
But the numbers keep running out,
Oh everything keeps running out on us.
I'll find a place to hide.
There's gotta be some place to hide.

All my friends are tired.
We'll sleep beneath the table.
I've been practising my sentimental lines,
'God knows I tried.'
Holy hell, I'm tired.
Masks off beneath the table.
Skerrod, tell me, are we ever gonna live?
We're running out of time.

Skerrod, come on over,
Have a drink, it's what the weekend's for.
We can draw the curtains,
Turn the TV off and lock the door.
Keep your runners on,
You never know when the hatchet's gonna come.
But we can run and hide.
I promise I will find some place to hide.

All my friends are tired,
And sleep is off the table.
I've been practising my sentimental lies,
'God knows we tried.'
Holy hell, I'm tired.
Masks off beneath the table.
Skerrod tell me what your plan is,
If we ever make it out alive.

(Head down,
Be quick,
They're coming.
Get your message down quick,
Be clear,
They're coming.
Get your message out now,
Don't stop,
Keep running.
Head down,
Be quick,
They're coming.
Get your message down quick,
Be clear,
They're coming.
Get your message out now,
Don't stop,
Keep running.
Keep your head down
Be quick,
Keep running.
Don't stop,
Keep running.)