On a cold October morning. As frost lay on the ground. Waiting to make my move. I made no sound. Waiting for the mist to cover all around. I carefully picked my time then took the wall. I?m sick and tired of running. The hunger and the pain. A stop to look about then off again. Being at the wrong place And at 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 around me. Forever looking back. I?ll always be a target for attack. Ever moving onwards. Always on the run. 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