Run Like Hell
You better run like hellYou better make your face up inYour favourite disguiseWith your button down lips and yourRoller blind eyesWith your empty smileAnd your hungry heartFeel the bile rising from your guilty pastWith your nerves in tattersAs the cockleshell shattersAnd the hammers batterDown your doorYou better run like hell
You better run all dayAnd run all nightAnd keep your dirty feelings deep insidAnd if your take your girlfriend out tonightYou better park the car well out of sight'Cos if they catch you in the back seatTrying to pick her locksThey're gonna send you back to motherIn a card board boxYou better run