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Run Like A Villain

๐Ÿ‘ค Iggy Pop โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Zombie Birdhouse [1991, I.R.S. Rec., X2-13063] โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:05
๐ŸŽต 1235 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:05 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 759492

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Big dick is a thumbs-up guy
He shot a missile in the sky
It functioned just as advertised
Until the fire made him cry
Look into it later
When the dust is clearing off the crater

Run like a villain, let the good times roll
Run like a villain to the sugar bowl
Run like a villain 'cause you can't adjust
To a saccharine suburb in the mush

I've got some loving arms around me
Darker than the tombs of Egypt
Dumber than the crudest fiction
Buried in a melting coffin
Nights like this appeal to me!

Tracy got an afghan, pedigreed
Prescription shades and designer jeans
A Sony walkman on her head
All she wants is to be fed
Run, run, run 'cause you're soft
Run, run but don't get lost

The shining moon, the dead oak tree
Nights like this appeal to me!
I've got some loving arms around me
The shining moon, the dead oak tree
Nights like this appeal to me!
I've got some loving arms around me
Trying to steal a moment of pleasantry
In this zombie birdhouse

Run, run, run
Run like a villain, let the good times roll
Run like a villain to save your soul
It can't be done, I already know
So I'll run like a villain to the sugar bowl

'Cause who you are, nobody knows
Who you are, nobody knows you
Rings on your fingers and bells on your toes

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:20.94] Big dick is a thumbs-up guy
[00:23.14] He shot a missile in the sky
[00:26.75] It functioned just as advertised
[00:29.73] Until the fire made him cry
[00:32.78] Look into it later
[00:33.98] When the dust is clearing off the crater
[00:39.01] Run like a villain, let the good times roll
[00:41.85] Run like a villain to the sugar bowl
[00:45.31] Run like a villain 'cause you can't adjust
[00:47.88] To a saccharine suburb in the mush
[00:51.76] I've got some loving arms around me
[00:57.88] Darker than the tombs of Egypt
[01:00.87] Dumber than the crudest fiction
[01:03.84] Buried in a melting coffin
[01:08.51] Nights like this appeal to me!
[01:19.54] Tracy got an afghan, pedigreed
[01:22.41] Prescription shades and designer jeans
[01:25.72] A Sony walkman on her head
[01:28.54] All she wants is to be fed
[01:32.05] Run, run, run 'cause you're soft
[01:34.64] Run, run but don't get lost
[01:41.41] The shining moon, the dead oak tree
[01:45.16] Nights like this appeal to me!
[01:47.88] I've got some loving arms around me
[01:52.37] The shining moon, the dead oak tree
[01:56.59] Nights like this appeal to me!
[02:00.37] I've got some loving arms around me
[02:05.35] Trying to steal a moment of pleasantry
[02:11.18] In this zombie birdhouse
[02:18.34] Run, run, run
[02:25.03] Run like a villain, let the good times roll
[02:27.93] Run like a villain to save your soul
[02:31.09] It can't be done, I already know
[02:33.78] So I'll run like a villain to the sugar bowl
[02:40.64] 'Cause who you are, nobody knows
[02:43.47] Who you are, nobody knows you
[02:46.45] Rings on your fingers and bells on your toes
[02:49.44]

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