"Turd On The Run" — Exile's fastest, most frenetic track. Ninety seconds of pure Richards rhythm at maximum velocity.
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
Grabbed hold of your coat tail but it come off in my hand,
I reached for your lapel but it weren't sewn on so grand.
Begged, promised anything if only you would stay,
Well, I lost a lot of love over you.
Fell down to my knees and I hung onto your pants,
But you just kept on runnin' while they ripped off in my hands.
Di'mond rings, vaseline, you give me disease,
Well, I lost a lot of lover over you.
I boogied in the ballroom, I boogied in the dark;
Tie you hands, tie you feet, throw you to the sharks.
Make you sweat, make you scream, make you wish you'd never been,
I lost a lot of love over you.
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- From Exile on Main St. (1972). Under 2½ minutes. A sprint through a riff that barely pauses for breath. Mick Taylor plays lead. One of the album's most compact and explosive moments.