"Run, Run, Run" - The Third Rail (1967)
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Up in the morning at half past eight
You can`t have your breakfast `cause you`ll be late
You tie your tie like a hangman`s noose
Ain`t no time to drink your juice
So you Run, Run, Run, Run
Yeah you Run, Run, Run, Run
Stand on the corner and wait for the bus
It`s late again, you start to cuss
The paper`s filled with all bad news
Fat lady stands on your polished shoes
So you Run, Run, Run, Run
Yeah you Run, Run, Run, Run
[spoken]
...Of the latest quotations from the New York Stock Exchange:
Heart Attacks up two & three quarters
Mental Illness split three for one
Ulcers up one
General Chaos, that`s General Chaos is up one quarter
The Great Society unfortunately is down five points
Down at the office all is still
The boss is at a funeral
A note on the door `No Work Today`
Our chief competitor passed away
So you Run, Run, Run, Run
Yeah you Run, Run, Run, Run
Up in the morning at half past eight
You can`t have your breakfast `cause you`ll be late
Tie your tie like a hangman`s noose
Ain`t no time to drink your juice
So you Run, Run, Run, Run
Yeah you Run, Run, Run, Run
Oh you Run, Run, Run, Run
Oh you Run, Run, Run, Run
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