It's the singer not the song Who's not afraid to come on strong When there's magic in the music When it's comin' from the heart All the people sing along It's the man behind the music It's just another summer, You hear a different drummer You're looking

My woman from Tokyo She makes me see She's so good to me Talk about her like a queen Dancing in a eastern dream Fly into the rising sun Faces, smiling every one Yeah, she is a whole new tradition I feel it in my heart

In this region of me A deep voice is rising From the heart of the mountain Vibrations of the stone I can hear in my heart The call of instinct The flight of the powerful I hunger for it It just keeps me alive

Run from your pain! I was staring at the sky Singin' toxic lullabies I was starin' at the sky Screaming words with no remorse Pitchforks pointed at my heart

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run You better make your face up in Your favorite disguise With your button down lips and your Roller blind eyes With your empty smile And your hungry heart Feel the bile rising from your guilty past With your nerves in

We were running with the night Playing in the shadows Just you and I, till the morning light (We were running, running with the night) oh The heart of the city street was beating Light from the neons turned the dark to day We were too hot to think of

Can't you feel the poison rising out of the morning and clear through the night You can feel my strength destroy you straight to the heart from the venomous bite I can't regret, can't escape decisions made for me, no control That burns and never dies,

I gotta free my soul from the troubles of lately Follow my heart wherever it takes me Let it flow on by like a piece of driftwood A piece of driftwood Oh baby, let me sing it for you, now woah, no Untie my noose Open up a bottle of Whatever you choose

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Ignoreland Yeah, yeah, yeah Heartless, and labeled Super US citizen, super achiever Mega ultra power dosing, relax Defense, defense, defense, defense These bastards stole their power From the victims of the Us v Them years Wrecking all

I'm a broke record, a broke record. You've got my heart-heart skip-skip-skipping a beat From the needle through my ahead, hit repeat You're a song I gotta sing along with the men When it gets to the end I gotta play it again and again