The Runaways : School Days

Hard Rock / Etats-Unis
(1977 - Mercury Records)
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1. SCHOOL DAYS

Always lived my life alone
Been searching for the place called home
I know that I've been cold as ice,
Ignored the dreams, too many lies.

Somewhere deep inside
Somewhere deep inside me
I found the child I used to be
And I know that it's not too late
Never too late.

The painted cow
You ain't stoppin` us now
Wonderful human beings
Yeah, I am the Junglist soldier.

Come On! The rocket launcher stops ya
It's not a bird, it's not a plane
It must be Dave who`s on the train
Wanna wanna get'cha, gonna gonna get'cha
Tell them that I told ya.

Always lived my life alone
Been searching for the place called home
I know that I've been cold as ice
Ignored the dreams, too many lies
Somewhere deep inside
Somewhere deep inside me
I found the child I used to be
And I know that it's not too late
Never too late.

Alright

Are you ready? It's not a game
I chant so much, I turn you insane
Wanna wanna get'cha, gonna gonna get'cha
Messing up the area.

Come On! I am the freshman
Messing up the jam
Turning up the stereo
Join the caravan
Skippy, the rain won't come.

Somewhere deep inside
Somewhere deep inside me
I found the child I used to be
And I know that it's not too late
Never too late.


2. WASTED

Blue skinned sleeping boys
Man you're lookin' wasted
Greasy wheels, streets of steel
No tellin' what ya tasted
Good guys bad guys
Doesn't really matter
Punch drunk, high on junk
Sad you are so shattered.

Wasted lives of wasted drives
Wasted days an' wasted nights
Wasted this an' wasted that
Wasted is where you're at.

Torpedoes in tuxedos
Got iron in their hands
Cotton sound, lost an' found
Is in every crazy man
Lonely rain, bad cocaine
Doesn't really matter
China white, don't treat ya right
Sad you are so shattered.

Wasted lives of wasted drives
Wasted days an' wasted nights
Wasted this an' wasted that
Wasted is where you're at.

Madhouse melodies
Got beach rats on the run
Golden tractors, low plus factors
Silver bullets, rubber gun
Redneck rocker, or devil daughter
Doesn't really matter
Cheap dope, ya can't cope
Sad you are so shattered.

Wasted lives of wasted drives
Wasted days an' wasted nights
Wasted this an' wasted that
Wasted is where you're at.


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