Run Rudy Run

Off into the orient on the road towards the heat
 With Mr. Vinyl turning on the road towards the east
 Straight ways don't run sideways running off towards the sun
 You hear nothing from your logic clock
 Run Rudy run
 Run Rudy run
 Run Rudy run
 Run Rudy run
 Hit the inner city before the main man hits the town
 Spent our cash on looking flash and heavy job job sound
 The clubs have turned their banters on the drunken lawless crowd
 You hear nothing from your logic clock
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 Juvenile delinquents given sentences of gold
 We push for radio city reach our drat and nasty goal
 Cups are gettin' empty the boys are getting old
 You hear nothing from your logic clock
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 Silence in the city on the night before the crash
 The cops have sold their? in the diamond? bash
 The clubs have turned their goon squad on the drunken struggling mass
 Nothing from your logic clock