Silver Needles - Ian Hunter

You’re just a stranger in the past

Just another mug that could never last

You came up slow but you burned out fast (didn't ya)

It ain’t Silver Needles on the run

No it ain’t Silver Needles on the run

It ain’t Silver Needles on the run

Shh you make me feel so bad

You thought you was the only one that got messed up

Me 'n all the others never had it so rough

Well how come you’re dead and I’m still stood up

Well it ain’t Silver Needles on the run

Silver Needles on the run

No it ain’t Silver Needles on the run

Oh I remember…

All your plans were made on some PR floor

'N all your bags were packed, they never reached the door

Out ordering (?) your thought exchange

All your brains were acting strange

You never lied in dreams before

There must be more to life than getting sore

(What do you think?)

I seen in some music paper that you was gone

And I went right out and wrote you a farewell song

Boy, they had you dead before you was born

And it’s a shame — you were such a great mover

But it ain’t Silver Needles on the run

No it ain’t Silver Needles on the run

Silver Needles on the run

Silver Needles on the run

Silver Needles on the run

Silver Needles on the run

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