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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
Frome your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters
As the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter
Down your door
You better run
You better run all day
And run all night
And keep your dirty feelings deep inside
And if you're taking your
Girlfriend out tonight
You better park the car well out of sight
'Cause if they catch you in the back seat
Trying to pick her lock
They're gonna send you back to Mother
In a cardboard box
You better run
