Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run. You better make your face up in Your favorite 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 conch shell shatters And the hammers batter Down your door. Youd 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 youre taking your girlfriend Out tonight Youd better park the car Well out of sight. Cause if they catch you in the back seat Trying to pick her locks, Theyre gonna send you back to mother In a cardboard box. You better run. Hey, open up! Hammer, hammer
Posted on: Thu, 25 Sep 2014 15:10:00 +0000
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