Run, Run, Run

Run, run, run, they don't like what we're thinking

At least we are not staggering from drinking

Say, dig!

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 the... to tell me what I should be smokin'

Bop-bop...

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