We’re on the run, we’re on the run, We’re galloping at full speed Under care of agnostic sun
We’re calling them stars, calling them stars, Our worship’s getting solid Our words are perceived as farce.
Chorus We though aren’t done and were not ashamed But nobody’s come Nobody came We made them keeping mum Got nothing to proclaim But nobody’s come nobody came
We’re on the run, we’re on the run, We’re running a discussion Laissez-faire; let’s have some fun.
Go paint the town, go paint the town, Tomorrow never knows Who is to praise. Don’t let us down!