Run away, run away, run away from
A pack of dogs make a sound like a hurricane
A hurricane sound
Wanna be, wanna be, wanna be found
Out there getting drunk in the pit of it
Riding on the back of an elephant.
I get down
And around
Dirty wings, dirty wings, dirty wings out
Meet me here by the pearly gates
Deliver me down
Wanna be, wanna be, wanna be found
Out there getting drunk in the hell of it
Wishing I was back on the elephant
Keep me heading down
And around