Better run run run run run (Holly let me out) Holly's looking dry looking for an easy target Let her slit my throat give her ammo if she'll use it Caution on the road lies lies and hidden danger Southern California's breeding mommy's little monster All

The fire burns from better days And she screams why oh why I said I don't know The catastrophic hymns from yesterday Virginia was a "lot lizard" from F.L.A. She had a compound fracture in the "trunk" It started when she ran away Thumbs out on the

Baby's into running around Hanging with the crowd Putting your business in the street talking out loud Saying you bought her this and that And how much you done spent I swear she must believe it's all heaven sent Hey boy you better bring the chick around

My mother said to get things done You'd better not mess with major tom Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know major tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low Do you remember a guy that's been In such an early song I've heard a

My mother said, to get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low Do you remember a guy that's been In such an early song? I've heard a

My mother said, to get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low Do you remember a guy that's been In such an early song? I've heard a

Run for your life You'd better He wakes up in the mornin' And he looks into the glass His face it reminds him Of the long nights that have passed And he wonders If she wonders That he wonders

Mr Johnson must get out Mr Johnson must be free Mr Johnson must get wild Before the night He runs to get out He rushes to get out He'd better watch out, not gonna burn Up finding his way, flying away