Conveyor belt and the metal press,
Memorize what you are,
Blank faces at the office desk,
Theorize what you want,
All the markings of the modern man,
Assembly line production,
But all the rails and the interchange,
Are losing form and function...
Johnny wants to run,
Johnny wants to run,
Johnny wants to run with tigers,
Johnny wants to run,
Johnny wants to run,
Johnny wants to run with tigers.
Beneath the night and the street light hum,
The broken hand that you hold,
Algorithm and the printing press,
The better life that you're sold,
Big delays going every way,
Funny how things stay the same,
A trillion bucks in bailout funds,
And still Jesus rides the J train
All the markings of the modern man,
Assembly line production,
And all the wonders from a foreign land,
Are losing form and function.
Johnny wants to run,
Johnny wants to run,
Johnny wants to run with tigers,
Johnny wants to run,
Johnny wants to run,
Johnny wants to run with tigers,
Johnny wants to run,
Johnny wants to run,
Johnny wants to play with fire,
Johnny wants to run,
Johnny wants to run,
Johnny wants to run with tigers.
The Planes are a three-piece indie rock band from Brooklyn, NY. Since their founding in 2010 by guitarist/singer Stephen
Perry, they’ve earned a reputation for writing catchy indie rock jams, showing up to gigs on time, and taking that last drink ticket off your hands, y’know, if you’re not going to use it anyway and it would just go to waste....more