City Of Refuge

You better run, you better run

You better run and run, and run

You better run, you better run

You better run and run

And run, and run, and run

You better run, you better run

You better run to the City of Refuge

You better run, you better run

You better run to the City of Refuge

You better run, you better run

You better run to the City of Refuge

You better run, you better run

You better run to the City of Refuge

You better run, you better run

You better run to the City of Refuge

Oh, when you stand before the Father in a state of shame

Because your robes are covered in mud

When your kneel at the feet of a woman of the street

The gutters will run with blood, they will run with blood

You better run, you better run

You better run to the City of Refuge

You better run, you better run

You better run to the City of Refuge

In the days of madness, my brother, my sister

When you're dragged toward the Hellmouth

You will beg for the end but there ain't gonna be one, friend

For the grave will spew you out, it will spew you out

You better run, you better run

You better run to the City of Refuge

You better run, you better run

You better run to the City of Refuge

You better run

You'll be working in the darkness against your fellow man

And you'll find you're called to come forth

So you'll scrub and you'll scrub but the trouble is, bud

The blood it won't wash off, no, it won't come off

You better run, you better run

You better run to the City of Refuge

You better run, you better run

You better run to the City of Refuge

You better run, you better run

You better run to the City of Refuge

You better run, you better run

You better run to the City of Refuge

When you stand before the Father in a state of shame

Because your robes are covered in a mud