You better run all day
And run all night
Roger Waters (Run Like Hell)
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Dunroamin, Duncarin, Dunlivin
 

Hey kid, you looking for a lift?...Get on up here
How's it going good buddy?

I nailed ducks to the wall
Kept my heart in dark ruins
I built bungalows all over the hills
Dunroamin, duncarin, dunlivin

Took my girl to the country
To sleep out under the moon
Next thing she's going crazy
Women are like that kid
What the hell can you do?

She waits for the real Mr. Right to come

Gently removing her heart
With his promises of real communication
I saw a program about that on TV
Who's always picking up the tab
Who built a bungalow for his mum and dad
Me.....
Who took you out to all the shows
Who worked his fingers to the bone
Me....
While you were asleep
It was me...I did
I kept you in buttons and bows
Christ all those clothes
So you could encourage this creep
With his neat feet
And his clean fingernails
With his wise but twinkling eyes

He's a rock standing out in an ocean of doubt
Get movin', get off the road ya Goddam faggot
And compromise
I'd like to go on with this bit of a song
Describing this schmuck
I'd like to go on, but I'm gonna to throw up
Not in my rig you don't boy...get the hell out of here

   
 
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