City of Refuge - Grant-Lee Phillips

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 you’re dragged toward the Hell-mouth

You will beg at the end

But there ain’t 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

You’ll be working in the darkness

Against your fellow man

And you’ll find you’re called to come forth

So you’ll scrub and you’ll scrub

But the trouble is, bud

The blood it won’t wash off

No, it won’t 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