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Off into the orient on the road towards the heat With Mr. Vinyl turning on the road towards the east Straight ways don't run sideways running off towards the sun You hear nothing from your logic clock Run Rudy run Run Rudy run Run Rudy run Run Rudy run Hit the inner city before the main man hits the town Spent our cash on looking flash and heavy job job sound The clubs have turned their banters on the drunken lawless crowd You hear nothing from your logic clock Juvenile delinquents given sentences of gold We push for radio city reach our drat and nasty goal Cups are gettin' empty the boys are getting old You hear nothing from your logic clock Silence in the city on the night before the crash The cops have sold their ? in the diamond ? bash The clubs have turned their goon squad on the drunken struggling mass Nothing from your logic clock From Letras Mania