| These are not my people, | |
| I should never have come here | |
| The chick with a dick and the gift for the gab | |
| I know a place, | |
| I've seen the face | |
| And I'll take the coast from factory to factory | |
| Ah These night's that | |
| I've been on the road | |
| Through my window the moonlight she shone | |
| And on my walls the fire she danced | |
| Playing out my very last chance to run, run, run, run | |
| Don't look back, you're moving too fast | |
| I know a place, | |
| I've seen the face | |
| And I'll take the high road from factory to factory | |
| Oh yeah Oh yeah | |
| Ah yeah Ah yeah | |
| There are millions and millions of people around | |
| On my TV, walking my streets, making sounds | |
| And I can walk with them | |
| I love them | |
| I need their love | |
| There are others | |
| I have known as poor souls, sores exposed | |
| The the run-of-the-mill, the destitute, and the cold | |
| Sores exposed to the blisters and shards | |
| Where any kind of kindness is as far as the sun, the sun | |
| The sun, the sun, run, run, run, run | |
| I know a place, | |
| I've seen a face | |
| And I'll take the coast from factory to factory | |
| Oh yeah Oh yeah | |
| Ah yeah Ah yeah | |
| Run, run Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm | |
| These are not my people, | |
| I should never have come here | |
| I know a place, | |
| I've seen the face | |
| Take the coast from factory to factory | |
| Oh yeah Oh yeah | |
| Ah yeah Ah yeah | |
| Oh yeah Oh yeah | |
| Ah yeah |