Two bold crooks plot cons
Shoot two sorry boys down
Go to loot gold from Bono’s shops
Cops look on
Nobody boos, nobody coos
Nobody stops
To frown for two poor boys

Now two crooks do not worry
Hold stocks
Go long or short
On Tokyo’s books
Hosts lots, grow old
Good food, pools, dogs too
Songs of joy, no sorrow
Not now, not tomorrow
No cop or ghost or god
To book two crooks who shot two boys down

Run, run
Run, run, run
All day long we run and run
From A to Z
From here to there
From dawn to dusk
No time to spare

Run, run
Run, run, run
No time to lose
No time for fun
Even though we run, run, run
No single work is ever done

Run, run
Run, run, run
Hurry up and catch someone
Don’t slip or trip; fall out of line
If you stop you’re left behind

Run, run
Run, run, run

Run

A woman is a train
She runs all day
Carrying the weight of a hundred legs

She makes no fuss
Even if you scratch her surface
Leaving a permanent scar

A woman is a train
Fast, slow, black and white
Walking on a stony path

She breaks down sometimes
Fix her up and she’ll be
Running in no time

A woman is a train
Iconic, magical, classy
Nothing to describe her perfectly

She offers you a seat
Making your life comfortable
Taking you to your destination