Run Like Hell - Dweezil Zappa, Keith Emerson

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 smile

And your hungry heart

Feel the bile rising from your guilty past

With your nerves in tatters

When the conch shell shatters

And the hammers batter

Down your door

You’d better run

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run

You better run all day

And run all night

Keep your dirty feelings

Deep inside

And if you’re taking your girlfriend

Out tonight

You’d 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

«Hey, open up!»

«Hammer, hammer»