Running Songtext

He likes to see you go
And he's got no bible on his chest
He just has some snow
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn, burn, let it burn

Oh my god
I was playing Lucy when I should've played God
Looking to the left
Should've been right
Only Lucy gonna hold me tight
I said, oh my god
I was playing Lucy when I should've played God
Looking to the left
Should've been right
Only Lucy gonna hold me tight
I need a van taken overseas
I need a brother on set looking dead at me I need a, I need a call to the holy ground
And tell me what you want, what you really want, baby
I heard the shots, come and cover me
I run sixty-one miles from another me
I need a, I need a call to the holy ground
And tell me what you want, what you really want

Said you can't wake me up, wake me up
When the shooting starts
I'm gonna pack my bag for the hill
Watch it from afar
I said wake me up, wake me up
When the shooting starts
I'm gonna pack my bag for the hill
Watch it from afar

'Cause he's a bad, bad puta madre now
He likes to see you go
And he's got no bible on his chest
He just has some snow
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn, burn, let it burn

Oh my god
I was playing Lucy when I should've played God
Looking to the left
Should've been right
Only Lucy gonna hold me tight
I said, oh my god
I was playing Lucy when I should've played God
Looking to the left
Should've been right
Only Lucy gonna hold me tight
I need a van taken overseas
I need a brother on set looking dead at me
I need a, I need a call to the holy ground
And tell me what you want, what you really want, baby
I swam a while in regretamine
I took an ice bath with David Fettafin
I need a, I need a call to the holy ground
Tell me what you want, what you really want, baby


I said blue back, baby, on the telephone
I'm in the calling light now, baby
Won't you leave me alone?
I said blue back, baby, on the telephone
I'm in the calling light now, baby
Won't you leave me alone?

And you answer my question
"Is it only a bomb?"
Well, you can be my bum, bum
I'm in the twilight zone

Bitch, I'm
Running, running, running, running
Running, running, running, running
Running, running, running, running
Running, running
From the grey thoughts in my mind
Bitch, I'm
Running, running, running, running
Running, running, running, running
Running, running, running, running
Running, running
From the grey thoughts in my mind
Don't blow me high

I said blue back, baby, on the telephone
I'm in the calling light now, baby
Won't you leave me alone?

Bitch, I'm
Running, running, running, running
Running, running, running, running
Running, running, running, running
Running, running
From the grey thoughts in my mind
Bitch, I'm
Running, running, running, running
Running, running, running, running
Running, running, running, running
Running, running
From the grey thoughts in my mind
Don't blow me high