Run, Run, Run

Run, run, run, they don't like what we're thinking
At least we are not staggering from drinking

Say, dig here
(What?)
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 then the man just comes out
To tell me what I ought to be smokin'

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 ought to do is leave their flesh and blood and bone at home