Run... run... run....
Run... run... run....
Run... run... run....
You better run all day,
And run all night,
And keep your dirty feelings deep in-side,
And if you're taking your girlfriend out tonight,
You'd better park the car...
Well out of sight.
'Cos 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!"
"Feel the bile rising from your quilty past.
And keep your dirty feelings deep in-side."