You'd better park the car
Deep inside
And if you're taking your girlfriend
Keep your dirty feelings
You better make your face up in
In a cardboard box
And run all night
With your nerves in tatters
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run
Down the door
Out tonight
Trying to pick her locks
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your empty smile
Cause if they catch you in the back seat
Your favorite disguise
Roller blind eyes
And your hungry heart
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run
And the hammers batter
With your button down lips and your
They're gonna send you back to mother
You'd better run
Well out of sight
When the cockleshell shatters
You better run all day
You better run
