RUN RUN RUN

By Lou Reed

Teenage Mary said to Uncle Dave
I sold my soul, must be saved
Gonna take a walk down Union Square
You never know who you gonna find there

You gotta run, run, run, run, run
Take a drug or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy Death and you
Tell you what to do

Marguerita Passion I had to get her fix
She wasn't well, she was getting sick
Went to sell her soul, she wasn't high
Didn't know things she could buy

Seasick Sarah had a golden nose
Hard-nailed boots, wrapped around her toes
When she turned blue, all the angels screamed
They didn't know, they couldn't make the scene

Beardless Harry, what a waste
Couldn't even get a small-town taste
Rode the trolleys, down to forty-seven
Figured if he was good, he´do get himself to heaven