Текст песни Pink Floyd - Run Like Hell

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 smileAnd your hungry heart.
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past.
With your nerves in tatters
When the conchshell shatters
And the hammers batterDown the door.
You'd better run.

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.
You better sleep all dayAnd run all night.
Keep your dirty feelings
Deep inside.And if you're taking your girlfriendOut tonightYou'd better park the car
Well out of sight.
Cause if they catch you in the back seatTrying to pick her locks,
They're gonna send you back to motherIn a cardboard box.
You better run.

"Hey, open up! HaHaHaHaHaaaaaaaaaa!
[sound of car skidding, followed by loud scream]
"Hammer, Hammer"