I'm a runaway,
I'm a runaway
I'm a runaway,
I'm a runaway
I'm a runaway
Freedom game,
you're too much time to go and misbe have
You are no longer any
body's slave
You're free,
you're on your way
You got them horny feet
Two pincushions,
think you're so dis creet
You're sick of sticking with
the alley creep s
Now you're sticking
with me
You say you're broken down,
beg me to help you out
Hot like a megaphone,
I ain't your telephone
Why don't you go home?
don't you go home?
Why don't you go home?
Why don't you go home?
The truth is I won't run away
I'm running from the modern day
The truth is that you're paradise
In my paradise,
in my paradise
I was alone, but I don't
think they ever shined enough
I really wish that they
were lying off
Instead of looking all fuss
They mean to break you down,
you've got another sound
Hard like a metal phone,
you're scared to be alone
Why don't you go on home?
Why don't you go home?
Why don't you go on home?
Why don't you go on home?
The truth is I don't wanna run away
I'm running from the modern day
The truth is that you're paradise
In my paradise
In my paradise
In my paradise
Run
to your mother,
she will save you, she will be your lover
And don't only believe her, I'll leave her,
and I'll be your savior
Run back to your mother, she will save you,
she will be your lover
No, misbehaving, no
And I'll leave you,
and I'll be your savior
Heart like a megaphone,
heart like a megaphone
Heart like a megaphone,
heart like a megaphone
Why don't you take me home?
don't you take me home?
Why don't you take me home?
Why don't you take me home?
The truth is I'm over my way
I'm running from the mad day
The truth is that you're paradise
In my paradise, in my paradise,
in my paradise