Run Like Hell (Pink Floyd)

You better run like hell 
You better make your face up in 
Your favourite 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 better fun like hell 
You better dun 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 locks 
They’re gonna send you back to mother 
In a cardboard box 
You better run

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