Daniel Brooks, Josh Beck, Tom Long, Matt Miller - Runnin' Lyrics

With the running comes your manners
Don't you wanna see who's the better son
Well don't you know, it's the only one
It's ok, they will have some love
But with the love, hate is on the run
With the gunning comes the winner
Ask the witnesses who fought
Pick me up when you're feeling low
But put me down if you're feeling caught
Pick a pocket, and never feel the shame
Pick your blow and never see the same