Run... run... run... run

You better make your face up in your favorite disguise
With your button down lips and 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 better 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'd 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