(no subject)
Run, run, run, run.
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
when the cockleshell shatters,
and the hammers batter
down the door.
You better run.
Run, run, run, 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 you're
takin' your girlfriend
out tonight,
you better park the car
well out of sight.
'Cos 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.