Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
You better make your face up in your favorite disguise
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
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
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