Hollies, The
Down On The Run
It's late, and the week-end's nearYou could say I can't waitTill the gang gets hereEight, and the Angels are roaringShining those dipsStraight line for the stripIf I back outFake a black outAt my night on the chicken runNeed some moonshineDoctor goodtimeKeeping my nerves in lineDown on the runCy, the pack leader's wildEven preaches to rideIn a Brando styleFast, two shadows are closingPassing like knivesShort cut on our livesIf I back outSongtexteFake a black outAt my night on the chicken runNeeds some moonshineDoctor goodtimeKeeping my nerves in lineDown on the runWhen the boys are called togetherTo hand me out a feather, I'm throughSweating in my leather so I guess its now or neverSomething I've gotta do, just gotta doWhat I gotta doIt's late, and the week-end's nearYou could say I can't waitTill the gang gets hereEight, and the Angels are roaringShining those dipsStraight line for the stripShining those dipsStraight line for the stripPassing like knivesShort cut on our lives
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