Yea, blame it on the dope Bodies burning…souls collide See, there’s another part of the charm Not sure what you expect to find there I think I told you to Run Passed through the other day now Seems I didn’t draw a look For you see I am a fugitive To their kinda’ love So if you meet me the crossroads You don’t even have to ask For you know I’ll be headin’ South Man, you better travel fast