Pink Floyd - Run Like Hell
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,Run, Run, Run.You better make your face up inYour favorite disguise.With your button down lips and yourRoller blind eyes.With your empty smileAnd your hungry heart.Feel the bile rising from your guilty past.With your nerves in tattersWhen the conchshell shattersAnd the hammers batterDown the door.You'd better run.Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,Run, Run, Run.You better sleep all dayAnd run all night.Keep your dirty feelingsDeep inside.And if you're taking your girlfriendOut tonightYou'dbetter park the carWell out of sight.Cause if they catch you in the back seatTrying to pick her locks,They're gonna send you back to motherIn a cardboard box.You better run."Hey, open up! HaHaHaHaHaaaaaaaaaa![sound of car skidding, followed by loud scream]"Hammer, Hammer"
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