Run Like Hell

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
You better make your face up...
In your favourite disguise
With your button down lips
And your roller blind eyes
With your empty smile
And your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters
As the cockleshell shatters
As the hammers batter down your door
You better run

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
You better run all day
And run all night
Keep your dirty feelings deep inside
And if you're taking your girlfriend out tonight
You better park the car
Well out of sight
'Cause if they catch you in the back seat...
Trying to pick her locks
They're gonna send you back to mother
In a cardboard box
You better run

"Hey! Open up!"
"Hahahaha!"
[Car skids]
[Scream]
"Hammer, hammer, hammer, hammer..."

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