Run x16.
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
When the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter Down the door.
You’d better run.
Run x16.
You 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!
[sound of car skidding, followed by loud scream]
"Hammer, Hammer”