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Running Video (MV)




Performed By: Fat Dog
Language: English
Length: 5:17
Written by: Leon Michels, Norah Jones




Fat Dog - Running Lyrics




I said wake me up, wake me up when the shooting starts

I'm going to pack my bag, find a hill, watch it from afar

I said wake me up, wake me up when the shooting starts

I'm going to pack my bag, find a hill, watch it from afar



'cos he's a bad, bad puta madre now

And he likes to see a blow

And he's got no bible on his chest

He just had some snow



Bang bang bang bang bang bang

Then bang



Oh my Cod

I was playing Lucy when I should have played God

Looking to the left, should have been right

Only Lucy can hold me tight



I said, Oh my Cod

I was playing Lucy when I should have played God

Looking to the left, should have been right

Only Lucy can hold me tight

I need a van, take it overseas

I need a brother on set looking dead at me

I need a, I need a call to the holy ground

Tell me what you want, what you really want, baby



I heard the shots come and cover me, I run 61 miles from another me

I need a, I need a call to the holy ground

Tell me what you want, what you really want



I said wake me up, wake me up when the shooting starts

I'm going to pack my bag, find a hill, watch it from afar

I said wake me up, wake me up when the shooting starts

I'm going to pack my bag, find a hill, watch it from afar



'cos he's a bad, bad puta madre now

And he likes to see a blow

And he's got no bible on his chest

He just had some snow



Bang bang bang bang bang bang

Then bang



Oh my Cod

I was playing Lucy when I should have played God

Looking to the left, should have been right

Only Lucy can hold me tight



I said, Oh my Cod

I was playing Lucy when I should have played God

Looking to the left, should have been right

Only Lucy can hold me tight

I need a van, take it overseas

I need a brother on set looking dead at me

I need a, I need a call to the holy ground

Tell me what you want, what you really want, baby



I swam a while in regretamine

I took an iced bath with David Fettafin

I need a, I need a call to the holy ground

Tell me what you want, what you really want



I said blue tac baby on the telephone

I'm in the calling light now, baby

Won't you leave me alone



I said blue tac baby on the telephone

I'm in the calling light now, baby

Won't you leave me alone



And you answer my question

Is it only a bomb

Well you can be my bum bum

I'm in the twilight zone



Bitch, I'm running, running, running, running, running, running, running

From the grey thoughts in my mind

Bitch, I'm running, running, running, running, running, running, running

From the grey thoughts in my mind



I said blue tac baby on the telephone

I'm in the calling light now, baby

Won't you leave me alone



Bitch, I'm running, running, running, running, running, running, running

From the grey thoughts in my mind

Bitch, I'm running, running, running, running, running, running, running

From the grey thoughts in my mind
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I said wake me up, wake me up when the shooting starts

I'm going to pack my bag, find a hill, watch it from afar

I said wake me up, wake me up when the shooting starts

I'm going to pack my bag, find a hill, watch it from afar



'cos he's a bad, bad puta madre now

And he likes to see a blow

And he's got no bible on his chest

He just had some snow



Bang bang bang bang bang bang

Then bang



Oh my Cod

I was playing Lucy when I should have played God

Looking to the left, should have been right

Only Lucy can hold me tight



I said, Oh my Cod

I was playing Lucy when I should have played God

Looking to the left, should have been right

Only Lucy can hold me tight

I need a van, take it overseas

I need a brother on set looking dead at me

I need a, I need a call to the holy ground

Tell me what you want, what you really want, baby



I heard the shots come and cover me, I run 61 miles from another me

I need a, I need a call to the holy ground

Tell me what you want, what you really want



I said wake me up, wake me up when the shooting starts

I'm going to pack my bag, find a hill, watch it from afar

I said wake me up, wake me up when the shooting starts

I'm going to pack my bag, find a hill, watch it from afar



'cos he's a bad, bad puta madre now

And he likes to see a blow

And he's got no bible on his chest

He just had some snow



Bang bang bang bang bang bang

Then bang



Oh my Cod

I was playing Lucy when I should have played God

Looking to the left, should have been right

Only Lucy can hold me tight



I said, Oh my Cod

I was playing Lucy when I should have played God

Looking to the left, should have been right

Only Lucy can hold me tight

I need a van, take it overseas

I need a brother on set looking dead at me

I need a, I need a call to the holy ground

Tell me what you want, what you really want, baby



I swam a while in regretamine

I took an iced bath with David Fettafin

I need a, I need a call to the holy ground

Tell me what you want, what you really want



I said blue tac baby on the telephone

I'm in the calling light now, baby

Won't you leave me alone



I said blue tac baby on the telephone

I'm in the calling light now, baby

Won't you leave me alone



And you answer my question

Is it only a bomb

Well you can be my bum bum

I'm in the twilight zone



Bitch, I'm running, running, running, running, running, running, running

From the grey thoughts in my mind

Bitch, I'm running, running, running, running, running, running, running

From the grey thoughts in my mind



I said blue tac baby on the telephone

I'm in the calling light now, baby

Won't you leave me alone



Bitch, I'm running, running, running, running, running, running, running

From the grey thoughts in my mind

Bitch, I'm running, running, running, running, running, running, running

From the grey thoughts in my mind
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Writer: Leon Michels, Norah Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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