Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.
You better cleverly 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
As the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter 
Down yer door.
You'd 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.
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 lungs,
They're gonna send you back to mother 
In a cardboard box.
You better run.\