Текст песни: Grant Lee Phillips. City Of Refuge.
You better run, you better run
You better run and run, and run
You better run, you better run
You better run and run
And 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 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 better run, you better run
You better run to the City of Refuge
Oh, when you stand before the Father in a state of shame
Because your robes are covered in mud
When 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 Hellmouth
You will beg for 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 better run
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 to the City of Refuge
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
When you stand before the Father in a state of shame
Because your robes are covered in a mud
When your kneel at the feet of [Incomprehensible] 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
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 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 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 better run, you better run
You better run to the City of Refuge
You better run, you better run
You better run
Run, and run, and run, and run
You better run and run, and run
You better run, you better run
You better run and run
And 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 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 better run, you better run
You better run to the City of Refuge
Oh, when you stand before the Father in a state of shame
Because your robes are covered in mud
When 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 Hellmouth
You will beg for 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 better run
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 to the City of Refuge
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
When you stand before the Father in a state of shame
Because your robes are covered in a mud
When your kneel at the feet of [Incomprehensible] 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
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 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 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 better run, you better run
You better run to the City of Refuge
You better run, you better run
You better run
Run, and run, and run, and run
Phillips Grant Lee
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