Run, Run, Run

Run, run, run
They don't like what we're thinking
At least we are not staggering from drinking
Sayin' it here (Where?)
Don't try to figure out
What's happenin' inside their head
Ain't too much goin' on
Inside the head of the dead

Run, run, run, to avoid the hasslin'
When he bugs you
You know his mind is wrestlin'
Say, dig! (What?)
The groovy music, inside my head is soakin'
And then the man just comes out
To tell me what I ought to be smokin'

People, listen!
People, listen!
People, listen!

People, people

Run, run, run
They don't like what we're wearin'
The colors we like
They're doin' a lot of starin'

Say, dig! (What?)
Things we do upset their flesh
And blood and bone
But I got an idea!
Maybe what they oughta do is leave their
Flesh and blood and bone at home