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