Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, fast as you can
Run, run, fast as you can
Run, run, fast as you can
You can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man
Once upon a time I played electric guitar
And they said I was a rock and roll star
Now nobody calls me on the telephone
So I sit and watch my TV all alone
Maybe if I put a bullet in my brain
They’d remember me like Kurt Cobain
And the parasites on MTV
Would wipe their eyes and act like they knew me But I wouldn’t be a hero I’d be dead
Just a note beside a corpse that read
If you like to pretend that you’ll never get old
You got what it takes to rock and roll
Jagger — he was a poet
None of this three chords and a hairdresser crap
I just need a couple of players
With a couple of really good players
I could have a band again go back on the road
C’mere boy
Play real music, none of this computer crap
Real music
We could go big
Whatever happened to music
Now it’s all about marketing and media coverage
Goddamn MTV
Everything was okay before MTV
And gun control — like gun control’s gonna stop anything
A Trooper Mark III’ll stop just about anything
C’mere boy
Schnauzer, where’s Uzi?
Is he outside?
Nothing’s right anymore not even TV
Davy Crockett said it all
If you’re sure you’re right then go ahead on Now nothing’s right
Goddamn MTV
Their early stuff, like Meet The Residents and Duck Stab! contains tracks that are even happier.
It was a gentle progression, the whole soul-crushing bleakness thing.
Todd meets the Residents....awesome! I seem to hear some Rundgrenesque flourishes here...I would think he had some real input into the songs construction...,