Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways,. (Please come home). Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways. (Please come home). . Daddy hit you in a temper,. But he's sorry now,.
Rook, rook, read from your book. Who murders who and where is the treasure hid?. Crow, crow, spill all you know. Is that my name on the bell?. . Rook, rook, gaze in the brook.
Birds beware, expect me up there. Me and air are feeling light today. Jets should hide, I'll fly alongside. Me and pride are bolted tight today. . I've been set off by a pretty little girl.
Cape Canaveral Florida, ready for takeoff stages. Zoom destination an isolated planet Mars. On which observed many relics of past ages. On return despite rocks no spars.
Am I asleep or am I fast. Your every race. You first, you last. . Roads girdle the globe. We safe in your concrete robe. Hail mother motor, hail piston rotor, hail wheel.
Hey!. I heard the dandelions roar in Piccadilly Circus. I heard the dandelions roar in Piccadilly Circus. Take a packet of seeds. Take yourself out to play.
Rip van ruben. You've been asleep for a hundred seconds. Now the whole world has changed. There's no home on the range. For rip van ruben. . You've been asleep for a hundred minutes.
Heard the neighbor slam his car door. Don't he realize this is respectable street. What d'you think he bought that car for. 'Cause he realize this is respectable street.
Heard the neighbor slam his car door. Don't he realize this is respectable street. What d'you think he bought that car for. 'Cause he realize this is respectable street.
Reign of blows. Reign of blows. Reign of blows cascading down upon your shoulders. Far too many men dressed up as soldiers. The lamb is brought to the ground.
Red brick dream. Windows scream. As the rusting north star shines above. And drops it's iron beams. Crashing down upon the rooves of swindon town. . I heard the engine's dying breath.
You better watch your tape boys. It's the tint that angers the beast. Got their sails in the sunset. They've already got the east. . Red red red. Don't you let them make you.
In this secret time, invading on our privacy. Unknowing we mime, we play for the ministry. The can film you in bed. Or when you take a bath. They can tape every cry.
There's a message up in China. That they getting in Japan. Bouncing off an ocean liner. Make em shake em in Siam. All the kids are complaining. That there's nowhere to go.
Did you think you knew the game?. Did you think that fame and fortune's. All that I had in my head?. Bang you're dead. It's not a game I'm gonna play with you.
You lay down. There's a tear in your eye. You don't wanna talk about. How you feel tonight. No, I can't ease your mind. Or say it's gonna be fine. Just that I've been there, baby.
Requiem aeternam, requiem aeternam. Mama, mama, forget your pies. Have faith they won't get cold. And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky. Your flag is flying full.
Here I go 'round again. Think I hear the bells resound again. Ringing as they never have before. With melodies that I cannot ignore. Modulating just a step or two.
written by Jean Frankfurter (Music). and John Moering (Lyrics). He looks like a good. He has wings on his feet (hey hey ya). You won't see him walking.