Музыка: Дэвид Гилмор, Роджер Уотерс Текст: Роджер Уотерс Вокал: Роджер Уотерс, Дэвид Гилмор
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 when the cockle shell shatters and the hammers batter down your door You better run like hell
You better run all day and run all night And keep your dirty feelings deep inside And if you take your girlfriend out tonight You better park the car well out of sight 'Cos if they catch you in the backseat trying to pick her locks They're gonna send you back to mother in a cardboard box You better run