Who really cares about tomorrow Who really cares about today Kings and queens in the gutter The price of pride another take away Take away Take away Well they run in the streets of Chicago Run in the streets of Detroit Burning down the halls of San Antonio Don't ask me for a dime I'm just hanging on Hanging on You could take away the belt You could take away the crown Take away the ring I'm still the king of this whole town Can't make me run I hear a choir singing Singing a riding tune Organ grinder grinding The preacher preaching not a day too soon Can't make me run Can't make me run My father he worked too hard My mother she worked hard too Brothers and sisters they never went hungry Cause they never gave up on you Can't make me run You can break the wheels of a Cadillac Break the bank too Smash the windows on a new guitar If that's what you want to do You can't make me run Make me run I feel so homesick there's nowhere I can go How I wish my mother was here Pick me up and carry me home Don't give up on love Don't give up on love Don't give up on love