Run Like Hell (Live at Earls Court, London, 15th October 1994)

Lyrics

[Chorus: David Gilmour, Sam Brown, Claudia Fontaine & Durga McBroom] Run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run [Verse 1: David Gilmour, Guy Pratt & Both] 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 as the cockle shell shatters And the hammers batter down the door! You better run! [Chorus: David Gilmour, Sam Brown, Claudia Fontaine & Durga McBroom] Run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run [Verse 2: David Gilmour, Guy Pratt & Both] 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! [Outro: David Gilmour] Thank you very much indeed Thank you, goodnight