Run Motherfucker Run
You got a stalker in the back of your brain
You're in a fucking TV battle game
Yeah, yeah!
No more power; no more breath
Another hour left of terror and pain
Yeah, yeah!
A crowd lusting for the pleasure to kill
A sick crowd of TV head motherfuckers
Run!
Run, motherfucker, run!
Run, little baby, run!
We bet on your life today!
Run, motherfucker, run!
Run, little baby, run!
I bet on your life today!
You got a sticker in the back of your head
You're just a number in the hell of fame
Yeah, yeah!
No more panic; no more steps
You're gonna have a night of pain
Yeah, yeah!
A crowd lusting for the pleasure to kill
A sick crowd of TV head motherfuckers!
Run!
Run, motherfucker, run!
Run, little baby, run!
Show me some fun today!
Run, motherfucker, run!
Run, little baby, run!
Show me some fun today!
Run, motherfucker, run!
Run, little baby, run!
Run run run!
Run, motherfucker, run!
A crowd lusting for the pleasure to kill!
A sick crowd of TV head motherfuckers!
Run!
Run, motherfucker, run!
Run, little baby, run!
We bet on your life today!
Run, motherfucker, run!
Run, little baby, run!
I bet on your life today!
You're in a fucking TV battle game
Yeah, yeah!
No more power; no more breath
Another hour left of terror and pain
Yeah, yeah!
A crowd lusting for the pleasure to kill
A sick crowd of TV head motherfuckers
Run!
Run, motherfucker, run!
Run, little baby, run!
We bet on your life today!
Run, motherfucker, run!
Run, little baby, run!
I bet on your life today!
You got a sticker in the back of your head
You're just a number in the hell of fame
Yeah, yeah!
No more panic; no more steps
You're gonna have a night of pain
Yeah, yeah!
A crowd lusting for the pleasure to kill
A sick crowd of TV head motherfuckers!
Run!
Run, motherfucker, run!
Run, little baby, run!
Show me some fun today!
Run, motherfucker, run!
Run, little baby, run!
Show me some fun today!
Run, motherfucker, run!
Run, little baby, run!
Run run run!
Run, motherfucker, run!
A crowd lusting for the pleasure to kill!
A sick crowd of TV head motherfuckers!
Run!
Run, motherfucker, run!
Run, little baby, run!
We bet on your life today!
Run, motherfucker, run!
Run, little baby, run!
I bet on your life today!
Credits
Writer(s): Vittorio D'amore
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