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Pink Floyd > Run Like Hell

You better run like hell
You better make your face up in
Your favorite disguise
With your button down lips and your
Roller blind eyes
With your empty smiler
And your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in taiters
When the cocklshell shattens
And the hammers butter
Down the door
You better run like hell
You better run all day
And run all night
And keep your dirty feelings
Deep inside and if you
Take your girlfriend
Out tonight
You better park the car
Well out of sight
'Cos if they catch you in the back seat
Trying to pick her looks
They're gonna send you back to mother
In a cardboard box
You better run