Run Like Hell

You better make your face up with your favorite disguise
With your buttons down and your lenses and your photographic eyes
With your empty smile and your hungry heart
Feel the fire rising from your guilty past
With your cold sweat satchels and subconscious tattoos
And the hounds of monster down your throat

You better run

You better run all day and run all night
Keep your dirty feelings deep inside
Well, you're taking your girlfriend out tonight
People will park the car well out of sight
The letters kicked in the back seat, now the picket locks
They're gonna send you back to mother in a cardboard box

You better run