T hese are not my people I should never have come here
T he chick with the dick and the gift for the gab
I know a place I've seen the face
A nd I'll take the coast from factory to factory
T hese nights that I have been all alone
A nd through my window the moonlight she shone
A nd on my walls the fire she danced
P laying out my very last chance to
r un...run...run...run...
D on't look back you're moving too fast
I know a place I've seen the face
A nd I'll take the high road from factory to factory
Oh yeah...
There are millions and millions of people around
On my TV walking my streets making sounds
And I can walk with them I love them I need them
But there are others I have known as poor souls sores exposed
To the run-of-the-mill the destitute and the cold
Sores exposed to the blisters and shards
Where any kind of kindness is as far as the sun
The sun...the sun...the sun...run...run...run...
I know a place I've seen a face
And I'll take the coast from factory to factory
Oh yeah...
These are not my people I should never have come here
I know a place I've seen a face
And I'll take the coast from factory to factory
Oh yeah...