Gonna run no more baby by the cooling tower trees
Gonna hold my ear down to the pavement - set the killer monkeys free
It's impossible to work out where can all these wonders be
Gonna run no more baby gonna run no more
It's a tremendous weight off my mind that the animals are pleased
Now we can all move forward to an exceptional degree
Sometimes you shoot yourself in the foot so you can stand and watch the sea
Gonna run no more baby gonna run no more
(You know) you say the chanting bacon is remarkably designed
You can watch it from the outhouse, you never know what you might find
I was branded by the bike-gang running pessaries and wine
Gonna run no more baby gonna run no more
Gonna run no more baby where the gutter bunnies go
Where the sugar-brats are glowing
And the streetlamps ache with snow
(I've got some inside information into which I cannot go…)
Gonna run no more baby gonna run no more
Blasted his way out with a shotgun from the Chemical Concern
Hands in pockets by the roadside, watch that whole kaboodle burn
Just the armature weighs thirty tons - you wait till it's your turn
Gonna run no more baby gonna run no more
Gonna hold my ear down to the pavement - set the killer monkeys free
It's impossible to work out where can all these wonders be
Gonna run no more baby gonna run no more
It's a tremendous weight off my mind that the animals are pleased
Now we can all move forward to an exceptional degree
Sometimes you shoot yourself in the foot so you can stand and watch the sea
Gonna run no more baby gonna run no more
(You know) you say the chanting bacon is remarkably designed
You can watch it from the outhouse, you never know what you might find
I was branded by the bike-gang running pessaries and wine
Gonna run no more baby gonna run no more
Gonna run no more baby where the gutter bunnies go
Where the sugar-brats are glowing
And the streetlamps ache with snow
(I've got some inside information into which I cannot go…)
Gonna run no more baby gonna run no more
Blasted his way out with a shotgun from the Chemical Concern
Hands in pockets by the roadside, watch that whole kaboodle burn
Just the armature weighs thirty tons - you wait till it's your turn
Gonna run no more baby gonna run no more