Hey in the pouring rain   When the smell of terror brings a thousand eyes   The red men come again   They kill my children and they kill my wife   And then they leave me bleeding   Family dead, just freaking out bleeding   Stoned in the gutter   Empty of my colour   I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side   Body twitched from side to side   I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side   Body twitched from side to side      Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run   You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done   You've got to run, run, Reynard, run, run, run   Away, away, away, away, away      Hey in the ice and snow   When the call up sounds to the real in deed   But do you really wanna know   How we rode into freedom on whimsy and greed?   And they said your time is over   I don't see any gallant calls   I don't see an inch of reflex   'cept to leave me bleeding   Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding   I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side   Body twitched from side to side   I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side   Body twitched from side to side      Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run   You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done   Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run   Away, away, away   Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run   You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done   Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run   Away, away, away, away, away      Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run   You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done   Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run   Away, away, away   Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run   You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done   Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run   Away, away, away, away, away      Reynard left and went to Warwickshire, to a mound near a railway line,   with canals and a freezing swamp. He climbs high up above the countryside   and breathes freely. To the south he could see Polesworth, and to the   north he could just make out the ruins of the priory where Joss and I   played cricket as children. We were only three miles away, probably drinking   tea and talking,      (Have you heard about the orphan, sitting by the coffin)      at the same time as he was taking the stanley knife out of   the bag. He pushed the point into his stomach,      (His Father's not a sinner no more)      until the light shone right   through. And then he reached down, and he took the bag.   It's a plastic bag   With plastic handles   And plastic sides   and   and   And   ANd   AND   HE SPILLED HIS GUTS ALL OVER THE STAGE   HE SPILLED HIS GUTS ALL OVER THE STAGE