Running Free - Paul Di'Anno

Only 16, a pick up truck

Without money, without luck

I do not have a place to call

Hit the gas, that here I

I’m running free, I’m running free

I’m running free

I’m running free

Spend the night in a jail in Los Angeles

Hear the sound of sirens

They have nothing with me

I’m running wildly

I’m running free

The push to BottleTop

Whiskey, dancing, hard hop

and all the boys are behind me

that’s the way it should