Sing of the wrath That once aroused Will cause unutterable pain. Because when you tossed and turned Your heart got numb. I hope you run away too soon. And when in flight Terror behind Sing of your strange and curing tour You will know you tried too hard, my friend When the curbstone broke your jaw again. Hope you run away. Hope you run away too soon. All there is is made of iron and tin And will all just turn to dust again. Run away too soon!