Lyrics:
panic calls for more censorship
Morals are for the Blind, not the critical mind (only on parts 3,4,5)
Morals which don't even tackle the real issues
of stone
I know running's not the answer
but running's been my nature
And a part of me
that keeps me moving on
I was born the running kind
with leaving
It's best this mess is part of the plan
The truth is moving under the ground
You're sure the steering wheel
Is resting in your hands
Tough
stars from your eyes
And you'll get quite a surprise
Because you'll see everybody's got a part time love
You've been seen running around
There's not
stars from your eyes
And you'll get quite a surprise
Because you'll see everybody's got a part time love
You've been seen running around
There's not
Train of love
Racing from heart to heart
Running late
Still in the lonely part
This train will never run me down
But only take me where I'm
There he'd stand
Every Saturday afternoon
Rain pouring down that well worn face
With a cigarette in his mouth
Part of a tiny noisy crowd
He'd
Part bionic
And organic
Not a cyborg
Part bionic
And organic
Not a cyborg
Call him Psychotron
Burning inside
Godspeed in glide
Battle plan running
me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads on a science apart
Nobody
You're a special part of me
Special part of me
That special tear I shed means you're a part of me
Thoughts of you running through my head
Means
You're a special part of me
Special part of me
That special tear I shed means you're a part of me
Thoughts of you running through my head
Means
The very worst part of you
The very worst part of you
Is me
This isn't what I wanted to be
I never thought that what I said would have you running from
Milk-blood to keep from running out
I've seen the needle and the damage done
A little part of it in everyone
But every junkie's like a settin' sun
from my sail
When I was a young Dallas Cowboy
I've tried hard to tackle the problems at hand
I've kicked a few habits and I've marched to the band
I
blood to keep from running out
I've seen the needle and the damage done
A little part of it in everyone
But every junkie's like a settin' sun
I hear you singing, "I Shall Be Released"
Like a chainsaw running through a masterpiece
But that's all right, that's ok
Grab the bottle and slide my
to know how things may end
Cause babe, I don't know where to start
Longing is the hardest part
There ain't no easy way into your heart
In my mind I
white, eyes alight
He slams the hatch on the deadly night
A cunning fox in the chicken's lair
A hound of hell and the Devil don't care
Running
The very worst part of you
The very worst part of you
Is me
This isn't what I wanted to be
I never thought that what I said would have you running from
ah, ah, I'm the clown
For it breaks my heart, I play the part of a clown
Running round, trouble bound, I'm the clown
I wander all around wondering if
now I'll always learn but could live without
I've been thinking hard about who I am
You're the only part of my plan
You're the only part of my plan
me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads on a science apart
Nobody
for change?
Did you exchange
A walk-on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
change?
Did you exchange
A walk-on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
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