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 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 you're
Taking your girlfriend Out tonight, You better park the car Well out of sight
'Cos if they catch you in the backseat Trying to pick her locks
They're gonna send you back to mother In a cardboard box You better run.