Angesichts der aktuellen Weltpolitik ist dieser Song wieder aktueller denn je:
Der Text ist hier der Schlüssel und es ist mir jetzt egal, ob ich mit der Veröffentlichung gegen irgendeinen Copyrightbullshit verstoße. Bloggen am Limit.
Run, run, run, run...
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 as the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter down your door
You better run!
Run, run, run, run...
You better
Run all day and run all night
Keep your dirty feelings deep inside.
If you're takin' your girlfriend out tonight,
You'd 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!