| Song | Run Like a Villain |
| Artist | Iggy Pop |
| Album | Zombie Birdhouse |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : DuPrey, Pop | |
| Big Dick is a thumbs-up guy | |
| He shot a missile in the sky | |
| It functioned just as advertised | |
| Until the fire made him cry | |
| Look into it later | |
| When the dust is clearing off the crater | |
| Run like a villain, let the good times roll | |
| Run like a villain to the sugar bowl | |
| Run like a villain 'cause you can't adjust | |
| To a saccharine suburb in the mush | |
| I've got some lovin' arms around me | |
| Darker than the tombs of | |
| EgyptDumber than the crudest fiction | |
| Buried in a melting coffin | |
| Nights like this appeal to me | |
| Tracy got an | |
| Afghan pedigreed | |
| Prescription shades and designer jeans | |
| A Sony Walkman on her head | |
| All she wants is to be fed | |
| Run, run, run 'cause you're soft | |
| Run, run but don't get lost | |
| The shining moon, the dead oak tree | |
| Nights like this appeal to me | |
| I've got some lovin' arms around me | |
| The shining moon, the dead oak tree | |
| Nights like this appeal to me | |
| I've got some lovin' arms around me | |
| Trying to steal a moment of pleasantry | |
| In this zombie birdhouse | |
| Run, run, run, run like a villain | |
| Let the good times roll | |
| Run like a villain to save your soul | |
| It can't be done, | |
| I already know | |
| So I run like a villain to the sugar bowl' | |
| Cause who you are nobody knows | |
| Who you are nobody knows you | |
| Rings on your fingers | |
| And bells on your toes |
| zuo ci : DuPrey, Pop | |
| Big Dick is a thumbsup guy | |
| He shot a missile in the sky | |
| It functioned just as advertised | |
| Until the fire made him cry | |
| Look into it later | |
| When the dust is clearing off the crater | |
| Run like a villain, let the good times roll | |
| Run like a villain to the sugar bowl | |
| Run like a villain ' cause you can' t adjust | |
| To a saccharine suburb in the mush | |
| I' ve got some lovin' arms around me | |
| Darker than the tombs of | |
| EgyptDumber than the crudest fiction | |
| Buried in a melting coffin | |
| Nights like this appeal to me | |
| Tracy got an | |
| Afghan pedigreed | |
| Prescription shades and designer jeans | |
| A Sony Walkman on her head | |
| All she wants is to be fed | |
| Run, run, run ' cause you' re soft | |
| Run, run but don' t get lost | |
| The shining moon, the dead oak tree | |
| Nights like this appeal to me | |
| I' ve got some lovin' arms around me | |
| The shining moon, the dead oak tree | |
| Nights like this appeal to me | |
| I' ve got some lovin' arms around me | |
| Trying to steal a moment of pleasantry | |
| In this zombie birdhouse | |
| Run, run, run, run like a villain | |
| Let the good times roll | |
| Run like a villain to save your soul | |
| It can' t be done, | |
| I already know | |
| So I run like a villain to the sugar bowl' | |
| Cause who you are nobody knows | |
| Who you are nobody knows you | |
| Rings on your fingers | |
| And bells on your toes |
| zuò cí : DuPrey, Pop | |
| Big Dick is a thumbsup guy | |
| He shot a missile in the sky | |
| It functioned just as advertised | |
| Until the fire made him cry | |
| Look into it later | |
| When the dust is clearing off the crater | |
| Run like a villain, let the good times roll | |
| Run like a villain to the sugar bowl | |
| Run like a villain ' cause you can' t adjust | |
| To a saccharine suburb in the mush | |
| I' ve got some lovin' arms around me | |
| Darker than the tombs of | |
| EgyptDumber than the crudest fiction | |
| Buried in a melting coffin | |
| Nights like this appeal to me | |
| Tracy got an | |
| Afghan pedigreed | |
| Prescription shades and designer jeans | |
| A Sony Walkman on her head | |
| All she wants is to be fed | |
| Run, run, run ' cause you' re soft | |
| Run, run but don' t get lost | |
| The shining moon, the dead oak tree | |
| Nights like this appeal to me | |
| I' ve got some lovin' arms around me | |
| The shining moon, the dead oak tree | |
| Nights like this appeal to me | |
| I' ve got some lovin' arms around me | |
| Trying to steal a moment of pleasantry | |
| In this zombie birdhouse | |
| Run, run, run, run like a villain | |
| Let the good times roll | |
| Run like a villain to save your soul | |
| It can' t be done, | |
| I already know | |
| So I run like a villain to the sugar bowl' | |
| Cause who you are nobody knows | |
| Who you are nobody knows you | |
| Rings on your fingers | |
| And bells on your toes |