(Harris)

On a cold October morning as frost lay on the ground
Waiting to make my move I make 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 'round me forever looking back
I'll always be a target for attack
Ever moving onward, 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
(2:46-Solo: Janick Gers)

To be continued...