Not to touch the earth Not to see the sun Nothing left to do, but Run, run, run Letīs run Letīs run
House upon the hill Moon is lying still Shadows of the trees Witnessing the wild breeze Cīmon baby run with me Letīs run
Run with me Run with me Run with me Letīs run
The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill Rich are the rooms and the comforts there Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs And you wonīt know a thing till you get inside
Dead presidentīs corpse in the driverīs car The engine runs on glue and tar Come on along, not goinī very far To the East to meet the Czar
Run with me Run with me Run with me Letīs run
Whoa!
Some outlaws lived by the side of a lake The ministerīs daughterīs in love with the snake Who lives in a well by the side of the road Wake up, girl, weīre almost home
Ya, cīmon!
We should see the gates by morninī We should be inside the eveninī
Sun, sun, sun Burn, burn, burn Soon, soon, soon Moon, moon, moon I will get you Soon! Soon! Soon!
I am the Lizard King I can do anything
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