Lyrics: Rough Knuckles

Lost sight, looking for a way out
It's a good time, to get your head together
Oh, bloodshot, don't wanna see you washed up
In a hotel, I'll come up and check you out
This is the call, wake up boy, you're on your own
Get out your guns, little outlaw on the run

You feel that you wouldn't take a fall
Oh, she said you used to be a heart breaker
There is no fun, sleeping with a shotgun
With your head back, you look to meet your maker, maker
This is the call, wake up boy, you're on your own
Get out your guns, little outlaw on the run

When you're rattled and cold
Stoned, you can't feel it all
So don't throw it all away
Cos you never get it back

Lost love, I'm a great adventure
Oh, so pick it up and put it back together
When you're knocked down, it's hard to understand
When opportunity is holding out her hand
This is the call, wake up boy, you're on your own
Get out your guns, little outlaw on the run
This is the call to arms, wake up boy, you're on your own
Get out your guns, little outlaw on the run