Run Like Hell [Live at Knebworth 1990]

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