You better run like hell You better make your face up in Your favourite disguise With your button down lips and your Roller blind eyes Which your empty smile And your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising from your quilty past With your nerves in tatters When the cockeshell shuttens And the hammers butter Down the door You better run like hell You better run all day And run all night And keeps your dirty feelings Deep inside. And if you Take your girlfriend Out tonight, You better pakc the car Well out of sight 'Cos if they catch you in the back seat Trying to pick her looks They're gonna send you back to mother In a card bound box You better run