From the recording Mascara Non Grata
holy Howl-bites from Allen Ginsberg’s recitation, February 1956, Reed College
Lyrics
RUNNER
I lead everybody on
I leave everyone alone
There – Merlot
Spilled down my leg on white pants
He said she said “bring him along”
Out of breathe, right up the stairs
One, two, three but I’m so square
Yeah—I’m a Runner
Hey—She’s a diver
Holy Holy—tongue and hand and cock and asshole Holy, oh
Here – I feel quite scared
No rules, my bullpen’s bare: “You got no game!”
Left hand, have a taste
Too fast, too late to run away
It’s a one, two, three
Hey—I’m a Runner
Yeah—She’s a diver
Holy Holy—tongue and hand and cock and asshole Holy, yeah
I lead everybody on
I leave everyone alone
I lead everybody on
Yeah—I’m a Runner
Hey—She’s a diver
Holy Holy—tongue and hand and cock and asshole Holy, oh
I’m a Runner
I’m a Runner
I’m a Runner