[Lyric] Cocaine and Chicken Fricassee (John "Papa" Gros)

Run, run, get your gun
Stone cold junkie ain’t never done
Got nowhere to go and nowhere to be
All night cocaine and chicken fricassee

You played your hand, I sung my song
You’ve done the deed, now I’m gone for (?)
You’re looking rough, you’ve been up all night
You come jumping on me, looking for a fight

You say there’s your papers, laughin’ that laugh
But you can’t stop, ‘cause you’re all decked out
You’re losing your mind, you’re a circus clown
With the monkey on your back, tryin’ to shake me down

[Chorus]
Run, run, get your gun
Stone cold junkie ain’t never done
Got nowherе to go and nowhere to be
All night cocainе and chicken fricassee
Eyes wide, bloodshot strained
The devil’s serving, shooting out your frame
Like a stick in the grass, (?) apple tree
The trouble’s tempting, but it comes in threes

I say no, no, man, no not tonight
But you can’t stop, ‘cause you just ain’t right
You’re a runaway dog looking for a bone
Quit tempting fate, and just get on home

[Chorus]
Run, run, get your gun
Stone cold junkie ain’t never done
Got nowhere to go and nowhere to be
All night cocaine and chicken fricassee

Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on in

Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on in
Crank it up, way past ten
Rat a Tang Tang goin’ off again
Buzzin’ like a tripped out bumble bee
Tasting all the honey, that’s bitter-sweet

[Chorus]
Run, run, get your gun
Stone cold junkie ain’t never done
Got nowhere to go and nowhere to be

Run, run, get your gun
Stone cold junkie ain’t never done
Got nowhere to go and nowhere to be
All night cocaine and chicken fricassee

All night cocaine and chicken fricassee
All night cocaine and chicken fricassee
All night cocaine and chicken fricassee