The Dumb Ones Don't Live Long by Robert Wynne Music: "Only The Good Die Young" by Billy Joel © 2007 Well, hey there, Blondie, don't make me search You think you can run faster than I can lurch Or that you'll be safe if you hide in a church I hate to tell you that you're wrong Well, they showed you a house and they said stay away But you couldn't wait past the end of the day Now your brains are the center dish on my buffet You will not outlive this song You know the dumb ones, they don't live long You might have heard I died and was buried and gone But I've come back and I'm here until dawn When you see my hand coming up through the lawn It might be best if you ran along So come on, now Blondie, leave me a trail Your attempts to escape are predestined to fail Sooner or later, I'm bound to prevail And your flesh will make me strong You know the dumb ones, they don't live long You had a nice white dress that you shed for no apparent reason Then you came down the stairs Mmmmm, In your underwear Oh, but Blondie you're a morsel who has just come into season Your night will just get worse Once I stop to eat your boyfriend first Whoa-oh-oh You might think that the dead would just stay in the ground But I've never been one for just lying around And you can't hide long before you are found You shouldn't go where you don't belong You know the dumb ones, they don't live long Oh, your mama said fast living only leaves you in a poor condition This isn't what she meant But now you're cornered and your luck is spent Whoa-oh-oh Come out come out come out, Blondie don't make me search You think you run much faster than I can lurch Or that you are safe if you hide in a church I hate to tell you that you're wrong You know the dumb ones, they don't live long