Heute vor 40 Jahren ging einer der genialsten Künstler unserer Epoche ins immerwährende Exil.
Not to touch the earth Not to see the sun Nothing left to do, but Run, run, run Let's run Let's run
House upon the hill Moon is lying still Shadows of the trees Witnessing the wild breeze C'mon baby run with me Let's run
Run with me Run with me Run with me Let's 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 won't know a thing till you get inside
Dead president's corpse in the driver's car The engine runs on glue and tar Come on along, not goin' very far To the East to meet the Czar
Run with me Run with me Run with me Let's run
Whoa!
Some outlaws lived by the side of a lake The minister's daughter's in love with the snake Who lives in a well by the side of the road Wake up, girl, we're almost home
Ya, c'mon!
We should see the gates by mornin' We should be inside the evenin'
Sun, sun, sun Burn, burn, burn Soon, soon, soon Moon, moon, moon I will get you Soon! Soon! Soon!
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