Jonathan Richmond, you don't dance, you stand in the corner of that lesbian bar

Johnny Lydon, you can save a soul not the queen not Steve McQueen

Not a viscous saint not a dead junkie because nothing really ever fills a hole

The earth turned flat that day David bowie got fat inside the ground

The earth turned flat that day David bowie got fat inside the ground

The earth turned flat that day David bowie got fat inside the ground

The earth turned flat that day David bowie got fat inside the ground

Modern lover, Jonathan Richmond

You don't own a roadrunner, you don't know how fast they go

Modern lover, you rich motherfucker

You don't own a roadrunner, you don't even know how fast

Modern lover, Jonathan Richmond

You don't own a roadrunner, you don't know how fast they go

Modern lover, you rich motherfucker

You don't own a roadrunner, you don't even know how fast

You don't know how fast they go

You don't even know how fast

You don't know how fast they go

They go

Brian Eno said lyrics are garbage and Joni Mitchel was the only father to a sentence that moved the mind

And if the mind is silent, does a roadrunner cross the line

And if all our heroes, got bones for feelers, dollar signs for earlobes, then why do we sing along

Because Iggy still believes in lust, and sometimes lust writes a better song than love

Yeah Iggy still believes in lust and sometimes lust writes a better song than love

Than love, than love, than love, than love, than love

Modern lover, Jonathan Richmond

You don't own a roadrunner, you don't know how fast they go

Modern lover, you rich motherfucker

You don't own a roadrunner, you don't even know how fast

Modern lover, Jonathan Richmond

You don't own a roadrunner, you don't know how fast they go

Modern lover, you rich motherfucker

You don't own a roadrunner, you don't even know how fast

You don't know how fast they go

You don't even know how fast

You don't know how fast they go

They go

A thousand miles an hour, a thousand frames of light, a thousand times we've captured, nothing in our sights

A thousand miles an hour, a thousand frames of light, a thousand times we've captured, nothing in our sights

A thousand miles an hour, a thousand frames of light, a thousand times we've captured, nothing in our sights

A thousand miles an hour, a thousand frames of light, a thousand times we've captured, nothing in our sights

Nothing in our sights

Nothing in our sights

Nothing in our sights

Go

Go go go

Walk on home

I'm not your roadrunner