Run, Run, Run

Run, run, run, they don't like what we're thinking
 At least we are not staggering from drinking
 Say, dig here
 (What?)
 Don't try to figure out
 What's happenin' inside their head
 Ain't too much goin' on
 Inside the head of the dead
 Run, run, run, to avoid the hasslin'
 When he bugs you, you know his mind is wrestlin'
 Say, dig
 What?
 The groovy music, inside my head is soakin'
 And then the man just comes out
 To tell me what I ought to be smokin'
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 People, listen
 People, listen
 People, listen
 People, people
 Run, run, run, they don't like what we're wearin'
 The colors we like, they're doin' a lot of starin'
 Say, dig
 What?
 Things we do upset their flesh and blood and bone
 But I got an idea
 Maybe what they ought to do is leave their flesh and blood and bone at home