Runnin' from the CIA

I’m tired of runnin' form the CIA,
tired of runnin' from the CIA,
tired of runnin' from the CIA
And I’m goin' down for a suicide ride,
and ain’t nobody gonna take me alive
Because I got no time to run about,
the wind is high and the sun is out today
I’m tired of runnin' form the CIA,
tired of runnin' from the CIA,
tired of runnin' from the CIA
And I’m hanging out at the local «Y»,
because Secret Service and the FBI
The KGB and the IRS,
have all got my home address so
I’m tired of runnin' form the CIA,
tired of runnin' from the CIA,
tired of runnin' from the CIA
And the only girl I ever loved was kidnapped,
beaten, raped and drugged
And Mars needs women, but Mars can wait,
cause I ain’t going to masturbate no way
I’m tired of runnin' form the CIA,
tired of runnin' from the CIA,
tired of runnin' from the CIA