All she wants is to be fed
Run, run, run, run like a villain
Nights like this appeal to me
Prescription shades and designer jeans
Who you are nobody knows you
Run like a villain, let the good times roll
When the dust is clearing off the crater
The shining moon, the dead oak tree
I've got some lovin' arms around me
It can't be done, I already know
I've got some lovin' arms around me
Buried in a melting coffin
Run, run but don't get lost
In this zombie birdhouse
To a saccharine suburb in the mush
Run like a villain to save your soul
So I run like a villain to the sugar bowl
Tracy got an Afghan pedigreed
Nights like this appeal to me
Nights like this appeal to me
Let the good times roll
'Cause who you are nobody knows
The shining moon, the dead oak tree
Run like a villain 'cause you can't adjust
Darker than the tombs of Egypt
It functioned just as advertised
A Sony Walkman on her head
Look into it later
Run like a villain to the sugar bowl
Run, run, run 'cause you're soft
Dumber than the crudest fiction
Trying to steal a moment of pleasantry
Rings on your fingers
Until the fire made him cry
I've got some lovin' arms around me
