Lyrics

Make a run
In the mud
Taste of blood
Soakin in the sun
We were young
Pinkerton

All the leaves are brown
And we're gonna fall down
Under the gun
Under the gun

But I can hear the sound
Of you calling me out
Running in mud
Running in mud

Get down
Don't make a sound
Hit the ground
Pray to Jesus' son
For the one
With the gun

All the leaves are brown
And we're gonna fall down
Under the gun
Under the gun

But I can hear the sound
Of you calling me out
Running in mud
Running in mud

All the leaves are brown
And we're gonna fall down
Under the gun
Under the gun

But I can hear the sound
Of you calling me out
Running in mud
Running in mud