Run Like Hell (Live)

Run, run, run, run

Run, run, run, run

Run, run, run, run

Run, run, run, run

You'd better make your face up in your favourite 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 conch shell shatters

And the hammers batter down the door

You'd 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 you're takin' 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

Thank you very much indeed

Thank you, goodnight