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
As the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter down the door.

You better run.
You better run all day and run all night.
And keep your dirty feelings deep inside.
And if you're taking your girlfriend out tonight

You better park the car well out of sight.
Cause 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.