You better run like hell You better make your face up in Your favourite disquise With your button down lips and your Roller blind eyes With your empty smiler And your hungry heart Iced the bile rising from your quilty post With your nerves in tatters When the cockleshell shattens And the hammers butter Down the door You better run like hell You better run all day And run all night And keeps your dirty feelings Deep inside Take your girlfriend Out tonight, You better park the car Well out of sight Cos if they catch your in the back scat Trying to pick her looks They're gonna send you back to mother In a cardboard box You better run
