You’d Better Run

(You’d Better Run, from Fearless Moral Inventory, words and music by Juliet A. Wright, copyright 2010, all rights reserved) You’d Better Run

It was on the bus to North Hollywood

I met this girl, Yvonne

She seemed to notice me right away

She rambled on and on

We got on the train

She pulled me close

She said there’ something you should know

I care about you, don’t want you to get caught

I’m leaving the system, I’m really distraught.

I’m part of a secret society

That knows what’s really going on.

There’s a lot my friend that you don’t know

So let me turn you on,

You’d better run

You’d better hide

Here come the shadows on their way inside

They’re watching you

And God is too

So you’d better grab your butt

And start praying

The shadow government is after us

I hear them in my head.

They’re watching me when I’m awake

They see me in my bed.

They’ve poisoned the food

And tapped the phone

You know they’re watching

We’re never alone

They’re in your computer

And driving your car

They’re slowly invading your head.

You see they’re looking for terrorists

They think we’re all involved

They’re going to keep digging through our lives

Until it’s all been resolved

So you’d better run

You’d better hide

Here come the feds on their way inside

They’re watching you

And God is too

So you’d better grab you butt and start praying

Roswell was no joke it happened

Aliens landed there

Now they’re teamed up with the government

Mind control, beware

Behold the golden shield is headed our way

The all seeing eye of the dragon is upon us

Its control disguised under decorations

Boy my head was spinning when I watched her walk away

I really was left to think about

The things she had to say

What is she’s right and we’re headed for hell

Just our souls left to sell

I choose to believe

We can turn it around

Our stories left to tell

So you’ d better run

You’d better hide

Here comes the spooks on their way inside

They’re watching you

And God is too

So you’d better grab your butt

You’d better run

You’d better hid

Here come the feds on their way inside

They’re watching you

And God is too

So you’d better grab your butt

You’d better grab your butt

You’d better grab your butt

And start praying