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 youre dragged toward the hell-mouth
You will beg at the end
But there aint 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

Youll be working in the darkness
Against your fellow man
And youll find youre called to come forth
So youll scrub and youll scrub
But the trouble is, bud
The blood it wont wash off
No, it wont 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
You better run to the city of refuge