the boys are runnin the boys are runnin From the man who Is chasing them down Your sister joins in Your sisters runnin From the man who Is chasin us down the street Still feels cold Feels cold out As we run Your sisters hair whips me in the face still smells good smells good even for a little while the man barks at us as we run through the meadowlands and we hear a voice so bittersweet its your brother who is the one we seek his rage and distaste seem like the safest thing I could embrace The look on our faces Has him struck With a peculiar Set of emotions We dodge his arms And leap into The warm house Hide into the cellar we go For we all we know The scolding will come soon Was that a good story? I think so Remember when I start I say the boys are runnin the boys are runnin From the man who Is chasing them down Your sister joins in Your sisters runnin From the man who Is chasin us down the street the boys are runnin the boys are runnin From the man who Is chasing them down Your sister joins in Your sisters runnin From the man who Is chasin us down the street