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Runner Runner (Runner Runner) · Runner Runner EP (Runner Runner) · Blade Runner [Original Soundtrack] (Vangelis) · Blade Runner (New American Orchestra) · Road Runner: The Chess Masters 1959-1960 (Bo Diddley) · Runner (Trunk) · Dream Runner (Phenomena) · Long Distance Runner (Motorhomes) · Road Runner: The Chess Masters 1959-1960 (Bo Diddley) · Blade Runner (Vangelis) – and 90 other albums »


Mill worker houses lined up in a row, 
Another southern Sunday morning blow 
Beneath the steeple all the people have begun 
Shakin' hands with
Mill worker houses lined up in a row, 
Another southern Sunday morning blow 
Beneath the steeple all the people have begun 
Shakin' hands with
said you might meet
And if you could unlearn all the words
That you never wanted heard
If you could stall the southern wind
That's whistling in your
Of violence, and assultry done.
The scenic, view of carnage
Caused by, the sore in his hands
The beauty resonates in birth.

Its plain to see, the wind
Of Plagues, To Guard Every Fate

Dazzling Jacinth, Brimstone And Flame, Unboand, Unleashed, Unstained, Unchained, This Ban Of Destruction, These Four Winds
Just in case you forgot, we go by the runners, hold up
Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this

I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't
Four minutes and counting. 
O.K. 
They pressed the button, Jim. 
They pressed the button Billy, what button? 
The big red one. 
You mean
Mill worker houses lined up in a row, 
Another southern Sunday morning blow 
Beneath the steeple all the people have begun 
Shakin' hands with
knew how to guard they grill, this would've never happened!

I put two and two together and I came up with four
You are forever, forgot, forbid,
where the wind don't die 

We even try to bake the cake or pie 

????, bust on by for my niggas incarcerated 

Where you gotta do life or get your
to the shop
Nigga FIX MY SHIT and run it by eight o'clock
Who she roll with, Clyde that down South Southern-ass drawer nigga
Yo tell him you with Clifton,
you came from.
I guess that's the part of the circle of our lives
like the hands of a clock going round.
if only we could wind them back and return