Escape Directors - Chicago lyrics

I'm heading down to Mexico In a stolen car from Chicago and I don't think I'll ever make it back They claimed I shot a man up there in a drunken bar, smoke in the air But I've never even met that man before Don't runaway, you've got bills to pay And a family to protect from the law But I must move on or else I'm gone My family will be fine without me here They don't need me anymore I read the Ginsberg apathy and drank like Charles Bukowski But never lived a life on the run Oh it's scary here on my own Fleeing d**h on the open road I hope I make it out alive I made it to the border A fugitive of fame A half a tank of gas to my name A family in the states I never will forget But I don't think they even know my name