Run Down - The Saints

You are just like in a magazine

Front cover stuff now 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 is 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

Come on

Call up the chaueffer and the hire car

Down the west end to your favorite bar

Talk is going to save you 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 is through.

You’re rundown, you’re out of time

Don’t want to hear that same old line

C’mon now my little friend

Don’t you know now that this is the end

Call up you managers & your friends

No one wants to see you but they pretend

You yeah you’re such a star

And we all live for you

Night time don’t wanna be alone

So find yourself a crowd until the dawn

Fame is nothing new to you

But the good old days is through

You’re rundown now out of time

Don’t want to hear that same old line

C’mon now my little friend

Don’t you know now that this is the end

Yeah