He walked in what's his to claim A man without a soul With sharp suit and ice cold eyes He walked in after his fame After his fame (Better run) Better run, run away Better run, run away Better run, run away Better run, run away Don't think you'll outrun your sins Not by a long time 'Cause you can run, but you can't hide It's all about to begin Better run, run away Better run, run away Better run, run away Better run, run away You better run, run away Better run, run away Better run, run away Better run, run away