Run Like a Villain

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 because 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, because 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

Because who you are nobody knows

Who you are, nobody knows you

Rings on your fingers

And bells on your toes