Far from the evergreen of old Assam Far from the rainfall on the trails of old Saigon Straight from the poster town of scorn and ritz To bring you the wilder side of gold and glitz
Run neon tiger there's a lot on your mind They promised just to pet you, but don't you let them get you Away, away, oh run Under the heat of the southwest sun
Took to the spotlight like a diamond ring Came from the woodwork and the hopes they might Redeem themselves from poor decisions to win big
Run neon tiger there's a lot on your mind They'll strategize and name you, but don't you let them tame you You're far too pure and bold To suffer the strain of the hangman's hold
I don't wanna be kept, I don't wanna be caged, I don't wanna be damned oh hell I don't wanna be broke, I don't wanna be saved, I don't wanna be S.O.L. Give me rolling hills so tonight can be the night that I stand among a thousand thrills Mister, cut me some slack, 'cause I don't wanna go back, I wanna a new day and age
Come on girls and boys, everyone make some noise!
Run neon tiger there's a price on your head They'll hunt you down and gut you, I'll never let them touch you Away, away, oh run I´m begging you neon tiger run
Under the heat of Under the heat of Under the heat of the southwest sun
Neon Tiger There's a lot on your mind
Compositores: Brandon Flowers (PRS), David Brent Keuning (PRS), Mark August Stoermer (PRS), Ronald Vanucci Jr (PRS)Editor: Universal Music Publishing Limited (PRS)Publicado em 2010 (15/Set) e lançado em 2008 (20/Nov)ECAD verificado obra #2945749 e fonograma #1782930 em 22/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM