Run Like Hell - The Bryan J.White Trio/The Cooltrane Quartet
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
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 that 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 bag
You better run