Run, run, run, they don´t like what we´re thinking
At least we are not staggering from drinking

Say, dig!
Don´t try to figure out

What´s happenin´ inside their head
Ain´t too much goin´ on
Inside the head of the dead

Run, run, run, to avoid the hasslin´
When he bugs you, you know his mind is wrestlin´

Say, dig!
What?
The groovy music, inside my head is soakin´
And the... to tell me what I should be smokin´

Bop-bop...

People, listen!
People, listen!
People, listen!

People, people

Run, run, run, they don´t like what we´re wearin´
The colors we like, they´re doin´ a lot of starin´

Say, dig!
What?
Things we do upset their flesh and blood and bone
But I got an idea!
Maybe what they oughta do is leave their flesh and blood and bone at home