Are there any paranoids in the audience tonight?
Is there anyone that worries about things?
Pathetic...
This is for all the weak people in the audience...
Is there anyone here who's weak?
this is for you, it's called "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 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 the door.
You better run.
You better run all day and run all night.
And keep your dirty feelings deep inside.
And if you're taking your girlfriend out tonight
You better park the car well out of sight.
Cause 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.
Ooooh, you cannot reach me now
Ooooh, no matter how you try
Goodbye, cruel world, it's over
Walk on by.
Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
In perfect isolation here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come.
Waiting
to cut out the deadwood.
Waiting
to clean up the city.
Waiting
to follow the worms.
Waiting
to put on a black shirt.
Waiting
to weed out the weaklings.
Waiting
to smash in their windows
And kick in their doors.
Waiting
for the final solution
To strengthen the strain.
Waiting
to follow the worms.
Waiting
to turn on the showers
And fire the ovens.
Waiting
for the queers and the coons
and the reds and the Jews.
Waiting
to follow the worms.
Would you like to see Britannia
Rule again, my friend?
All you have to do is follow the worms.
Would you like to send our colored cousins
Home again, my friend?
All you need to do is follow the worms.
Is there anyone that worries about things?
Pathetic...
This is for all the weak people in the audience...
Is there anyone here who's weak?
this is for you, it's called "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 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 the door.
You better run.
You better run all day and run all night.
And keep your dirty feelings deep inside.
And if you're taking your girlfriend out tonight
You better park the car well out of sight.
Cause 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.
Ooooh, you cannot reach me now
Ooooh, no matter how you try
Goodbye, cruel world, it's over
Walk on by.
Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
In perfect isolation here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come.
Waiting
to cut out the deadwood.
Waiting
to clean up the city.
Waiting
to follow the worms.
Waiting
to put on a black shirt.
Waiting
to weed out the weaklings.
Waiting
to smash in their windows
And kick in their doors.
Waiting
for the final solution
To strengthen the strain.
Waiting
to follow the worms.
Waiting
to turn on the showers
And fire the ovens.
Waiting
for the queers and the coons
and the reds and the Jews.
Waiting
to follow the worms.
Would you like to see Britannia
Rule again, my friend?
All you have to do is follow the worms.
Would you like to send our colored cousins
Home again, my friend?
All you need to do is follow the worms.
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