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 your 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
'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,
run, run