Not To Touch The Earth
Not to touch the earth,Not to see the sun.Nothing left to do butRun, run, run.Let's run.Let's run.
House upon the hill.Moon is lying still.Shadows of the treesWitnessing the wild breeze.Come on baby, run with me.Let's run.
Run with me.Run with me.Run with me.Let's run.
The mansion is warm at the top of the hill.Rich are the rooms and the comforts there.Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs.And you won't know a thing till you get inside.
Dead president's corpse in the driver's car.The engine runs on glue and tar.Come on along, not going very far.To the East, to meet the Czar.
Run with me.Run with me.Run with me.Let's run.
Oh!Some outlaws live by the side of a lakeThe minister's daughter's in love with the snakeWho lives in a well by the side of the roadWake up girl, we're almost home.Yeah, come on!
We should see the gates for morning.We should be inside for evening.
Sun, sun, sun.Burn, burn, burn.Soon, soon, soon.Moon, moon, moon.I will get youSoon.Soon.Soon.
I'm the Lizard King.I can do anything.