| Yesterday by the paper stand
|
| I felt the power of another religion
|
| Rebels with a cause came out of the sun
|
| And spoke the only language they’d been given
|
| Creepers tapping out the beat as I felt the heat
|
| Man they sure looked neat
|
| Well tonight for sure
|
| You could feel the same as me
|
| We didn’t have to fight
|
| On the other side of town
|
| Running with the boss sound
|
| Running with the boss sound
|
| Running with the boss sound
|
| In the day we use machines or brains
|
| Cos we need hard cash for living
|
| And later between tracks & raps with friends
|
| We’ll find some time for loving
|
| Stratocasters straff the sky
|
| As Disco Johnny hustles by
|
| Man those feet can fly, high
|
| Well tonight let’s dance and risk romance
|
| Baby let’s take a chance
|
| We’ll make it in a single bound
|
| Running with the boss sound
|
| Running with the boss sound
|
| Running with the boss sound
|
| I feel it in the air and I know that you’re there
|
| We won’t let you down
|
| The phantoms of the underground
|
| Running with the boss sound
|
| Running with the boss sound
|
| Running with the boss sound
|
| Racing wild with the radios blasting
|
| Out ready steady go
|
| As we rip through the charts
|
| Crashing like angles
|
| At the end of rocks rainbow
|
| Electricity runs in my blood like Gods
|
| Man if you could see it
|
| By tonight for sure you’d be the same as me
|
| A junkie needing more
|
| Our feet burning up the ground
|
| Running with the boss sound
|
| Running with the boss sound
|
| Running with the boss sound
|
| Yeah we’re burning up the ground
|
| Where the rockabilly beat pounds
|
| With the ska rhythm pressing down
|
| Where the skinhead moon stomp pounds
|
| Where the heavy metal comes down
|
| When the punk rockers are round
|
| Yeah you and I are found
|
| Yeah you and I are found
|
| Running with the boss sound
|
| Running with the boss sound
|
| Running with the boss sound |