Come on
Come on
Come on
When nothing's funny it gets easy to laugh
At the drop of a hat or a bomb
When someone's screaming it's hard to ignore
Like the shot of a gun, come on
Let's run to a place, somewhere the party never ends
Let's run till there's no way to go on, come on
Can't you hear the sirens blowing?
Can't you hear them call?
Can't you see the lasers probing
Brighter than the sun?
Let's run
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Let's run from a promise that could never be kept
Let's run or it's sure to chase us down
Well come on, let's run
Come on, let's run
Come on, let's run
Can't you hear the sirens blowing?
Can't you hear them call?
Can't you see the lasers probing
Brighter than the sun?
Well come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
When no one's laughing you can bet they've been paid
Not to find out what's going on
When something's funny there's a feeling you get
It's the grip of a threat, come on
Let's run to a place, somewhere the party never ends
Let's run till there's no way to go on, come on
Let's run from a promise that could never be kept
Let's run or it's sure to chase us down
Well come on, let's run
Come on, let's run
Come on, let's run
Come on, let's run
Come on, let's run
C’mon was written by Gerald Casale & Mark Mothersbaugh.
C’mon was produced by Devo.