"Pink Floyd, Pink Floyd" Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.
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, 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 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"
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