Not to touch the earth
Not to see the sun
Nothing left to do, but
Run, run, run
Let's run
Let's run
Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run
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
Whoa!
Some outlaws lived by the side of a lakeYa, c'mon!
We should see the gates by mornin'
Sun, sun, sun
Burn, burn, burn
Soon, soon, soon
Moon, moon, moon
I will get you
Soon!
Soon!
Soon!