On God, I pray
That you've got the whirlwind coming your way
With joy, I say
I know you can hear me now
While you're running out of town
From the pitchforks of the crowd
And the gallop of the hounds
In vain, I asked for mercy at your feet
But you never spared the lash
Chop, chop, run fast
I know you can hear me now
While you're running out of town
From the pitchforks of the crowd
And the gallop of the hounds
If you wanna roll them dice, and go to war, baby
I would be much obliged, after all
It's gonna wreck us both, indeed
But it's gonna hurt you more than me
That's a promise
That's a certified gold-plated, money-back guarantee
I know you can hear me now
While you're running out of town
From the pitchforks of the crowd
And the gallop of the hounds
I know you can hear me now
I know you can hear me now
I know you can hear me now
I know you can hear me now
