Run Down (2004 Remaster) - The Saints

作曲：Chris Bailey/Ed Kuepper

You are just like a magazine

Front cover stuff

You're a scream

Posed in such a careful way

There is nothing you can't do

You think you have seen it all

Got pictures hanging on your wall

Fame is nothing new to you

But the good old days are through

You're rundown now out of time

Don't want to hear the same old line

C'mon now my little friend

Don't you know now that this is the end

Call up the chauffer and the hire car

Down the west end to your favorite bar

Talk is going to save your life

Before the pills can go too far

You're lost in a masquerade

Old girls live on they never fade

Fame is nothing new to you

But the good old days are through

You're rundown now out of time

Don't want to hear the same old line

C'mon now my little friend

Don't you know now that this is the end

Call up you managers and your friends

No one wants to see you

But they pretend

You're such a star

We all live for you

Night time can't bear to be alone

So find yourself a crowd until the dawn

Fame is nothing new for you

But the good old days are through

You're rundown now out of time

Don't want to hear the same old line

C'mon now my little friend

Don't you know now that this is the end