Refuse Angels

Refused angels are out to get me They got their dagger eyes stuck in my back So I wear my skin just like Leon Trotsky They want my skin hanging off their rack No! I said no! R E F U S E R E F U S E R E F U S E R E F U S E R E F U S E R E F U S E R E F U S E R E F U S E R E F U S E R E F U S E R E F U S E R E F U S E I'm on the run I'm on the run I'm on the run From the California sun I'm on the run I'm on the run I'm on the run From the California sun I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die under California skies I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die under California skies