Far from the evergreen of old Assam Far from the rainfall on the trails of old Saigon Straight from the poster town of scorn and ritz To bring you the wilder side of gold and glitz
Run, neon tiger, there's a lot on your mind They promised just to pet you, but don't you let 'em get you Away, away, oh, run Under the heat of the southwest sun
You took to the spotlight like a diamond ring And came from the woodwork in the hopes they might Redeem themselves for poor decisions, to win big
Run, neon tiger, there's a lot on your mind They'll strategize and name you, But don't you let 'em tame you You're far too pure and bold To suffer the strain of the hangman's hold.
I don't wanna be kept, I don't wanna be caged, I don't wanna be damned, oh, hell I don't wanna be broke, I don't wanna be saved, I don't wanna be S.O.L
Give me rolling hills, so tonight could be the night That I stand among a thousand thrills Mister cut me some slack, 'Cause I don't wanna go back, I want a new day and age
Come on girls and boys, everyone make some noise!
Run, neon tiger, there's a price on your head They'll hunt you down and gut you, I'll never let them touch you Away, away, oh, run
I'm begging you, neon tiger, run
Under the heat of Under the heat of Under the heat of the southwest sun