You better run like hell

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 the door

You better fun like hell

You better dun all day

And run all night

And keep your dirty feelings

Deep inside

And if you take your girlfriend

Out tonight,

You better park the car

Well out of sight

Cos 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