OUTRUN THE MOUTHS
Soul-rock with gospel influences. Features a gritty male lead vocal, soulful backing choir, and a driving rhythm section. Instrumentation includes a distorted electric guitar playing syncopated riffs, a punchy bass guitar, and a drum kit with a crisp snare and prominent hi-hats. A Hammond organ provides sustained chords and rhythmic stabs. The track is in the key of G minor at 105 BPM. The arrangement is dense with call-and-response vocal patterns and frequent brass-like organ swells. The vocal delivery is energetic, utilizing growls and falsetto ad-libs.
OUTRUN THE MOUTHS
Soul-rock with gospel influences. Features a gritty male lead vocal, soulful backing choir, and a driving rhythm section. Instrumentation includes a distorted electric guitar playing syncopated riffs, a punchy bass guitar, and a drum kit with a crisp snare and prominent hi-hats. A Hammond organ provides sustained chords and rhythmic stabs. The track is in the key of G minor at 105 BPM. The arrangement is dense with call-and-response vocal patterns and frequent brass-like organ swells. The vocal delivery is energetic, utilizing growls and falsetto ad-libs.
Lyrics
The neighbors got a fever, and their tongues begin to itch
They’re keepin' count of every cent I ain't even spent
Tryna find a reason why I’m payin' on the rent
They say I’m livin' fast, yeah, they say I’m livin' wild
But I’m just walkin' tall while they’re actin' like a child!
Oh! That grapevine’s hummin' faster than my bills!
[Backing: Runnin' fast, runnin' fast!]
It’s half-way 'round the block before I’ve climbed the hill
Talkin' to my back 'cause they’re stuck in the mud
[Backing: Stuck in the mud!]
They’re killin' time while I’m stirrin' up the blood!
Got nothin' in their pockets, got nothin' in their soul
Just a lot of empty hours and a life they can’t control
They need a devil to kick, they need a ghost to chase
Just to hide the hollow lookin' back from the glass in their face
They’re cookin' up a story, they’re hopin' for a fall
But I’m the one who’s dancin' while they’re leanin' on the wall!
Let 'em dig a hole! I’m jumpin' over the pit!
If they need a target, well, I’m way too fast to hit!
Oh! That grapevine’s hummin' faster than my bills!
It’s half-way 'round the block before I’ve climbed the hill
Talking' to my back 'cause they’re stuck in the mud
[Backing: Way behind!]
They’re killin' time while I’m stirrin' up the blood!
Keep on talkin'... [Backing: Keep on talkin'!]
You’re just fallin'... [Backing: Keep on fallin'!]
I ain’t got no time for the graveyard talk!
I’m miles ahead while you just walk the talk!