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Run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run Run, run, fast as you can Run, run, fast as you can Run, run, fast as you can You can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man Once upon a time I played electric guitar And they said I was a rock and roll star Now nobody calls me on the telephone So I sit and watch my TV all alone Maybe if I put a bullet in my brain They'd remember me like Kurt Cobain And the parasites on MTV Would wipe their eyes and act like they knew me But I wouldn't be a hero I'd be dead Just a note beside a corpse that read If you like to pretend that you'll never get old You got what it takes to rock and roll Jagger - he was a poet None of this three chords and a hairdresser crap I just need a couple of players With a couple of really good players I could have a band again go back on the road C'mere boy Letras de cancionesPlay real music, none of this computer crap Real music We could go big Whatever happened to music Now it's all about marketing and media coverage Goddamn MTV Everything was okay before MTV And gun control - like gun control's gonna stop anything A Trooper Mark III'll stop just about anything C'mere boy Schnauzer, where's Uzi? Is he outside? Nothing's right anymore not even TV Davy Crockett said it all If you're sure you're right then go ahead on Now nothing's right Goddamn MTV From Letras Mania