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, As the cockleshell
shatters, And the hammers batter, Down your door, You better run.
You better run all day, And run all night. And keep your dirty
feelings keep 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! Pink
Floyd - The Wall