Текст песни Run, Girl, Run (1971)

Run, girl, run away from the sun Napalm burns so close to your body Photographers shoot cameras roll The western world would like to say sorry Run, girl, run You'll be someone One fine morning without any warning Because peace comes from the barrel of a gun A thousand flowers will bloom where you run Intellectuals frown Headlines scream Nixon's a clown Mao is obscene Run, girl, run It's only begun You're going far They've made you a star What d'you want to be? Joan of Arc on TV? A whore or a nun? Run, girl, run You'll be enshrined in the Guggenheim The western art world needs another icon Run, girl, run You'll be someone One fine morning without any warning Run, girl, run You've only begun You're going far They've made you a star Is that what you want? Run, girl, run Run, girl, run