The Fugitive
(Harris)

On a cold October morning
As frost lay on the ground
Waiting to make my move
I make no sound

Waiting for the mist to cover all around
I carefully picked my time
Then took the wall

I'm sick and tired [bad word] The hunger and the pain
stop to look about then off again

Being at the wrong place
And the wrong time
Suspected of a hit that was my crime
I am a fugitive being hunted down like game
I am a fugitive but I've got to clear my name
I am a fugitive being hunted down like game
I am a fugitive but I've got to clear my name
Always looking 'round me
Forever looking back
I'll always be a target for attack

Ever moving onwards
Always on [bad word] Waiting for the sight of a loaded gun
I am a fugitive being hunted down like game
I am a fugitive but I've got to clear my name
I am a fugitive being hunted down like game
I am a fugitive but I've got to clear my name
Even if I find them
And get to clear my name
I know that things can never be the same

But if I ever prove
My innocence some day
I've got to get them all to make them pay
I am a fugitive being hunted down like game
I am a fugitive but I've got to clear my name
I am a fugitive being hunted down like game
I am a fugitive but I've got to clear my name