be a small relief I could never be the one to say Her best friend took you down Gonna run in the night, hide when ever it's light Gonna run in the night
've always done With a million ways to run I was the first one out the door But her words echoed in my head I took the long way home but no longer felt
run, run out of my arms We will always come and find you And when you run, out of loving Then run home to me, run home to me Run home Run home to me
close That only opens when your life explodes On the other side, come home, explodes On the other side, come home, come home Come home, come home, come home, come home
Rape my lovers shadow Break the ones you thought you loved And take your bloody lasso Rape my home, landlord Break the new, but kill the old And take
fight it The only way I can describe it That feelin' when I'm feelin' all alone I wanna run away, run away home I wanna run away, run away home
Lo, it all so true They told me, don't go walkin' slow The devil's on the loose Better run through the jungle Better run through the jungle Better run
all I?m back to the factory wheel And it keeps me coming home It takes me apart And it hurts when it pounds with this heart, so I?ll run home, I?m gone
Instrumental
's idea And since home is where the heart is homey, he's still here And now we're Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home
Frank zappa (guitar) Lowell george (guitar) Roy estrada (bass, vocals) Don preston (keyboards, electronics) Buzz gardner (trumpet) Ian underwood (alto
But it's alright Somewhere out there in the night Someone's feeling out of sight I can't see just where you are But it's alright I can be the one you run
I see the sand fall through my hand A subtle picture, quiet reminder We're staring through this hour glass When will it run out? When will we run out?
complexity But we hope to give you some insight For the musical forces at work And have a good time in the process Chorus 2X: Lil Dap Run for you life
the night And you run home slow And you holler and cry And you run home slow And you're hit and you're down And you run home slow Little bone head Took
day cuz my money make money and my b-tches get b-tches bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness I get baseball money, check my home run
