Texty: Ghostpoet. Run Run Run.

:
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey,

Run away.
Be a real mind,
and fight another day.
I heard that in a TV programme,
so it must be right, right, right... right?

Hey... run away.
Be a real mind,
and fight another day.
I heard that in a TV programme,
so it must be right, right, right... right?

She wants you to sleep,
stubbon as a mule.
Nothing I could say to her,
she thinks I'm just a fool.
But, who am I a dumb brother?
Problems of my dumb own.
I could see your point of view.
Sometimes is best alone but,
out here, out there an'out here
it ain't safe.
Maybe I'm just going on.
Maybe I'm a nutcase.
Now, I ain't thinking straight,
old fashion ways you see.
Sometimes you cant help,
best left to just believe.

But hey... run away.
Be a real mind,
and fight another day.
I heard that in a TV programme,
so it must be right, right, right, right, right?

Hey... run awa-a-ay
and fight another day.
I heard that in a TV programme,
so it must be right, right, right?

..it.
I'm always running in my dreams,
sprinting on the spot.
Everyone just passing by,
I'm scared of what I've got.
So I just retreat,
white flag, ways to die.
Deep down belief,
cos' such things jus' cause a scene.
Grit in my teeth,
cos' such things jus' cause a scene. And
Rain ain't soothing it jus' soak deep'n'side bones and dark in a darker tone. But,
light seeps to pitter through.
On and off like light-switch,
nothing more that I could do.

But hey... run away.
Be a real mind,
and fight another day.
I heard that in a TV programme,
so it must be right, right, right, right, right?

Hey... hey run awa-a-ay
and fight another day.
I heard that in a TV programme,
so it must be right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right. So it must be right, right, right, tsk, right, tsk, tsk, tsk. So it must be right, right, right?

...Yeah? Cool.