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
 And the hammers batter
 Down the door.
 You'd 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'd 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.