Running away, somthing better ahead   But you gotta think fast before it's too late   Just one cut 'round your head,   Just one minute and you'll call me dead      (chorus)   You better watch out   For the razors in tonight   You better leave out   The razors in tonight      Backstreet boys wear boots and braces   Razor blades, and angry faces   Too much tension, too much beer   What the hell are we doing here?      Blood is the biggest prize in sport   Cause' violence is the only game you've been taught   Pool of warm blood is you're prize   Or a cold blade across you're eyes