The mess that they found here
Ain't easy to clean
And the smoke from his cigarette
Still sets the scene
The fan spins the ceiling
But it won't clear the air
And the sun pounds the window
But it's still dark in here
When you're the smoking gun
Choose the road to run
Oooo
The road to run
Oooo
The road to run
Tread down the stairway
Time to disappear
Spun out of the parking lot
The chamber is clear
When you're the smoking gun
Choose the road to run
Oooo
The road to run
Oooo
The road to run
Red stains the highway
The sunlight's almost gone
I'm never the victim
At least not for long
I'm the smoking gun
I choose the road to run
Oooo
The road to run
Oooo
The road to run