| Run, Run, | |
| Run, Run, | |
| Run, Run, | |
| Run, RunRun, | |
| Run, Run, | |
| Run, Run, | |
| Run, Run, | |
| RunYou 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 cockleshell shatters | |
| And the hammers batter | |
| Down the door | |
| You'd better run | |
| Run, Run, | |
| Run, Run, | |
| Run, Run, | |
| Run, RunRun, | |
| Run, Run, | |
| Run, Run, | |
| Run, Run, | |
| RunYou 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 locks | |
| They're gonna send you back to mother | |
| In a cardboard box | |
| You better run"Hey, open up! HaHaHaHaHaaaaaaaaaa |