Lletres: Yngwie Malmsteen. Marching Out. On The Run Again.

Outcast, not knowing right from wrong
Surrounded by women, wine and song
Never still, always on the run
Prince of the night, killing with a gun
Now, he's taken a life away
Nowhere to run, nowhere to stay

Renegade, he fled from town to town
Vigilantes joined to hunt him down
For his head lies a mighty price
He's a wanted man, dead or alive
Where will he go from here?
He's on the run again, nowhere, no, no, no

He's got mixed emotions running through his head
With a crazy notion, he's gonna end up dead

He's on the run again
On the run again, on the run again
He's on the run again
Tell me, when will it end?