that somebody just pasted it there
but that's impossible.
those conspiracy theories.
how big can the picture be?
that damn coyote always scheming,
and me, pure speed, the object of all
talk about impossible, talk about
I am the other side of the fence.
You've got to wonder, at least a little,
with all the running I do —
all this open road has got to
that's what freedom's all about, right?
I used to think it was funny — Roadrunner
Now I'm mainly tired. Not that
I can still make the horizon
but it never gets easier out here, alone
leg muscle vitamins, tiger traps,
C'mon! I'm no tiger.
I can't help being a little uneasy.
a rock-scorching, razor turn at 600 miles an hour,
he really falls: I see the small explosion,
so far down in the canyon
That has to hurt, right?
hoisting a huge anvil
like I don't see what's goin' on. C'mon!
You know how sometimes, even though you're
it seems like, secretly, there's a
and you're part of what
you can't prove it, so you
your career, as if that
playing along isn't really
playing along as long as you're
you're being turned into, especially
So, when I see dynamite
as long as I don't wonder why my safety
as long as I don't think me
working for the same people,
as long as I eat and
get away I'm not really stupid,
right? I'm just fast.
Commercial Break: Road-Runner, Uneasy
If I didn't know better I'd say
the sun never moved ever,
and said the hell with it,
After awhile you have to give up
I get the big picture. I mean,
I actually think it's kind of funny —
always licking his skinny chops
his hunger, the everything he needs —
the grass is always greener...
if this could be a set-up:
the desert, the canyons, the hillsides, the desert —
lead somewhere else. I mean,
Ending up where you want to be.
the coyote's after you Roadrunner...
you'd ever know. I mean
in two shakes of a snake's tongue,
with Mr. Big Teeth and his ACME supplies:
instant tornado seeds.
And who's making all this stuff?
I do one of my tricks,
and he falls off the cliff, the coyote —
his body slamming into dry dirt
the river looks like a crayon doodle.
Five seconds later, he's just up the highway
above a little, yellow dish of bird feed —
very serious about the things you do,
big joke being played,
someone else is laughing at — only
keep sweating and believing in
makes the difference, as if somehow
not sure what sort of fool
if you're giving it one-hundred percent.
tucked under the ACME road-runner cupcakes,
isn't coming first in this situation,
and the coyote are actually