WORDS

AND

RUN ALONG

You never ring the bell. 

Can’t you dial a phone?

You just barge right through the door. 

You better run along, now...Gallagher.

 

He’s not quite the wise old sage. 

But, who’s listening anyway,

to this nowhere amateur? 

You better run along, now...Gallagher.

 

You never learn. Oh, a house could fall upon you.

A ton of bricks - and nothing seems to get through.

You open wide. You’ve just got to get your digs in.

Thanks to you these clouds are disappearing.

 

The blood flows to my head. 

My eyes fill up with red,

and my ears begin to burn. 

You better run along, now...Gallagher.

 

You never learn. Oh, a house could fall upon you.

A ton of bricks...and nothing seems to get through.

You open wide. You’ve just got to get your digs in.

Thanks to you these clouds are disappearing.

 

You better run along, now.

You better run along, now.

 

 

Terminal Saints:

JVA - Guitar, Bass, Vocals

Foust - Drums 

Natasha Kapur (bgvx)

 

Floorboards:

Nancy Hess - Bass

McKinley - Vocals 

JVA - Electric guitar, Keyboards, Vocals, Wurlitzer