D
A~D
Dsus
D
A~D
G~D
D9
D
D
A~D
Dsus
D
A~D
G~D
D9
D
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
You better make your face up
With your button down lips
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters,
And the hammers batter down your door
D
A~D
Dsus
D
A~D
G~D
D9
D
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
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
‘Cos if they catch you in the backseat
They’re gonna send you back to mother
Fmaj7
F9
D
B7
Aaug
D9
A
A~D
A7
E
F
G~D
C