You know you're where it's at
  but you don't know where that is,
  when your friends come round smiling
  and greet you with a kiss,
  Then push you in the dirt
  from behind.
  There's no time like the right time
  when the now times wearing thin
  for their silver tinsel dresses
  and their microwave skin
  and their cheap books of romance.
  I think I'll take my chances.
  So I run like I'd run from a flood,
  like you know it's understood.
  That your golden hair
  was never meant to wear
  a paper crown.
  You know that a smile
  is their workaday face.
  You can't calculate the effort
  just to keep it in its place.
  They don't shoot to kill, they'd always miss,
  so shoot to wound.
  Like they're always searching through your pockets
  like they expect to find a answer.
  The truth is that the truth is
  as commonplace as cancer.
  If you'd only take the time
  you don't need to seek to find it.
  Just run like I'd run from a flood,
  like you know it's understood.
  That your golden hair
  was never meant to wear
  a paper crown.
  (solo)
  Run like you'd run for good,
  like the rivers running blood
  and you see your life flashing by.
  I run like I'd run from a flood,
  like you know it's understood.
  That your golden hair
  was never meant to wear
  a paper crown,
  a paper crown,
  a paper crown,
  a paper crown.