Run Run Run

A teenage Mary said "Uncle Dave I sold my soul, I must be saved" Gonna take a walk down to Union Square You never know who you're gonna find there You gotta run, run, run, run, run Take a drag or two Run, run, run, run, run Gypsy death and you Care what you do My Rita Passion had to get a fix She wasn't well, she was getting sick She went to sell her soul, she wasn't high She didn't know that she could buy And she would run, run, run, run, run Take a drag or two Run, run, run, run, run Gypsy death and you Care what you do Seasick Sarah had a golden nose Hot metal boots wrapped round her toes When she turned blue, all the angels screamed They didn't know they could make the scene She had to run, run, run, run, run Take a drag or two Run, run, run, run, run Gypsy death and you Care what you do Business Harry, what a waste Couldn't even get a small child taste Rode the trolleys down to 47th Think that he was good at getting himself to heaven He just had to run, run, run, run, run Take a drag or two Run, run, run, run, run Gypsy death and you Care what you do