Running Fat Dog

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Part 1

[Chorus]
I said wake me up, wake me up
When the shooting starts
I'm gonna pack my bag for the hill
Watch it from afar
I said wake me up, wake me up
When the shooting starts
I'm gonna pack my bag for the hill
Watch it from afar

[Refrain]
'Cause he's a bad, bad puta madre now
And he likes to see you go
And he's got no bible on his chest
He just has some snow
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn, burn, let it burn

[Chorus 2]
Oh my god
I was playing Lucy when I should've played God
Looking to the left
Should've been right
Only Lucy gonna hold me tight
I said, oh my god
I was playing Lucy when I should've played God
Looking to the left
Should've been right
Only Lucy gonna hold me tight
I need a van taken overseas
I need a brother on set looking dead at me
I need a, I need a call to the holy ground
And tell me what you want, what you really want, baby
I heard the shots, come and cover me
I run sixty-one miles from another me
I need a, I need a call to the holy ground
And tell me what you want, what you really want

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