Verse 1

There’s a hole, in my neck. It’s spurting blood and turning my white coat red, but I’m not done here yet.

There’s a little girl at the stair well, she’s bidding me the fondest fair Wells, with a smoking black brass pistol half her size

Chorus

You’d better run, you’d better run, you’d better run home while you can, You’d better run, you’d better run, you’d better run while you have a chance.

Verse 2

There’s a hole in the roof and I can see the full moon peaking through and I know that this night won’t be my last.

There’s a howling in the distance, the huntsmen with his dogs. A whispering like a serpent, speaking of all my wrongs

Chorus

You’d better run, you’d better run, you’d better run home while you can, You’d better run, you’d better run, you’d better run while you have a chance.