You’re being pursued by the police for a murder you did not commit. Who was the real killer? Why have you been framed? Who got killed? How do you avoid capture AND manage to clear your name from wrong-doing??
Siryns,tires screamin,head thumpin,i've really caused quite a muck
Lien to my self and my self esteem, why am i runnin?..just my luck
That I've landed myself in this position, i'm actually innocent-
For the first time and I find myself running like some de-generate
I probably should just pull over,lay out the situation in a whole
To be honest they'll shoot first and rather put my head on a pole
My mind races what happen...door opens, shes laying there dead-
I hear siryns,instead of helping they wanna lock me up instead
It wasnt me I swear it, I was miles away, im along for the ride
What was she doing with our neighbour, was she seeing him on the side?
She said they just liked to bike, and I had no reason to not beleive
Now as they both lay dead on my kitchen floor I see Ive been deceived
What was really happening when they met their end? was it intimate?
Or was it just a friendly gathering...totally common and innocent
Not like it really matters now, they're both gone and Im a 'killer'
The details are sketchy and I apologize, most of this rambling is just filler-
For the real story who's plot I dont know, all I know is this gas wont last-
Forever, we'll have to stop sometime and when we do they'll be on me
Panicking and sweating, acception, i dont see a way out in all honesty
Seeing my tank, a pinky away from empty, I'm thinkin about life behind bars
If I get off, wont be the same, my love is gone, leaving me emotional scars
My life is over, ended in an instant, the fact that Ive eluded police amazes-
me, wonder why I even try, I'll never get away, I bring myself to face this
As I pull off the road I think to myself, my chances of parole...not good
Comparing the facts of what I'm going to do and what i really should
Thinking 'Hey, everything happens for a reason, maybe this is god sent'
And as they hurl me to the ground I have one thing to say-
'Call the lawyer, the name's cochran'
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