Big Dick is a thumbs-up guy   He shot a missile in the sky   It functioned just as advertised   Until the fire made him cry   Look into it later      When the dust is clearing off the crater   Run like a villain, let the good times roll   Run like a villain to the sugar bowl   Run like a villain 'cause you can't adjust   To a saccharine suburb in the mush      I've got some lovin' arms around me   Darker than the tombs of Egypt   Dumber than the crudest fiction   Buried in a melting coffin   Nights like this appeal to me      Tracy got an Afghan pedigreed   Prescription shades and designer jeans   A Sony Walkman on her head   All she wants is to be fed      Run, run, run 'cause you're soft   Run, run but don't get lost   The shining moon, the dead oak tree   Nights like this appeal to me   I've got some lovin' arms around me      The shining moon, the dead oak tree   Nights like this appeal to me   I've got some lovin' arms around me   Trying to steal a moment of pleasantry   In this zombie birdhouse      Run, run, run, run like a villain   Let the good times roll   Run like a villain to save your soul   It can't be done, I already know   So I run like a villain to the sugar bowl      'Cause who you are nobody knows   Who you are nobody knows you   Rings on your fingers   And bells on your toes