You better run You better run and run and run  You better run You better run  You better run to the City of Refuge  You better run You better run  You better run to the City of Refuge    You stand before your maker  In a state of shame  Bacause your robes are covered in mud  While your kneel at the feet  Of a woman of the street  The gutters will run with blood  They will run with blood!    You better run, you better run  You better run to the City of Refuge  You better run, you better run  You better run to the City of Refuge    In the days of madness  My brother, my sister  When you're dragged toward the Hell-mouth  You will beg at the end  But there ain't gonna be one, friend  For the grave will spew you out  It will spew you out!    You better run, you better run  You better run to the City of Refuge  You better run, you better run  You better run to the City of Refuge    You'll be working in the darkness  Against your fellow man  And you'll find you're called to come forth  So you'll scrub and you'll scrub  But the trouble is, bud  The blood it won't wash off  No, it won't come off!    You better run, you better run  You better run to the City of Refuge    You better run, you better run  You better run and run and run  You better run to the City of Refuge