Yeah, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, yeah
You better make your face up
In your favorite disguise
With your button down lips
And your roller blind eyes
With your empty smile
And your hungry heart
Feel the bile risin'
From your guilty past
With your hands in tatters
When the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers
Batter down the door
You'd better run
Run through
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, yeah
You better run all day
And run all night
And 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
'Cause if they catch you in the back seat
Tryin' to pick her locks
They're gonna send you back
To mother in a cardboard box
You better run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, yeah

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