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You better run
You better run and run and run
You better run
You better run
You better run to the City of Refuge
You better run You better run
You better run to the City of Refuge
You stand before your maker In a state of shame Bacause your robes are covered in mud
While your kneel at the feet Of a woman of the street
The gutters will run with blood They will run with blood!
You better run, you better run
You better run to the City of Refuge
You better run, you better run
You better run to the City of Refuge
In the days of madness
My brother, my sister
When you're dragged toward the
Hell-mouth You will beg at the end
But there ain't gonna be one, friend
For the grave will spew you out It will spew you out!
You better run, you better run
You better run to the City of Refuge
You better run, you better run
You better run to the City of Refuge
You'll be working in the darkness
Against your fellow man
And you'll find you're called to come forth So you'll scrub and you'll scrub
But the trouble is, bud The blood it won't wash off No, it won't come off!
You better run, you better run
You better run to the City of Refuge
You better run, you better run
You better run and run and run