text: Run, run, run, run
  Run, run, run, run
  Run, run, run, run
  Run, run, run, run
  You better make your face up with 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 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
  And keep your dirty feelings deep inside
  And if youre 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
  Theyre gonna send you back to Mother in a cardboard box
  You better run!