Running away, something better ahead   But you gotta think fast before it's too late   Just one cut around your head   Just one minute and you'll call me dead      You better watch out for the razors in the night   You better leave out the razors in the night      Backstreet boys wear boots and braces   Razor blades and angry faces   Too much tension, too much fear   What the hell are we doing here      Murder is the biggest prize in sport   Cause violence is the only game you've been taught   A pool of warm blood is your prize   Or a cold blade across your eyes