Run Like Hell
By Pink Floyd
1979
4:23
Official Music Video
Run Like Hell by Pink Floyd
Lyrics & Translation
English
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
You better make your face up with your favourite disguise
With your button down lips and your roller blind eyes
With your empty smile and your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters as the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter down your door
You better run!
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
You better run all day and run all night
And keep your dirty feelings deep inside
And if you're taking your girlfriend out tonight
You better park the car well out of sight
'Cause if they catch you in the back seat trying to pick her locks
They're gonna send you back to Mother in a cardboard box
You better run!
Hey, open up! Hahahahaha!
Hammer, hammer
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Run Like Hell by Pink Floyd
Run Like Hell* (original Pink Floyd)
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
You better make your face up with your favourite disguise
With your button down lips and your roller blind eyes
With your empty smile and your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters as the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter down your door
You better run!
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
You better run all day and run all night
And keep your dirty feelings deep inside
And if you're taking your girlfriend out tonight
You better park the car well out of sight
'Cause if they catch you in the back seat trying to pick her locks
They're gonna send you back to Mother in a cardboard box
You better run!
Hey, open up! Hahahahaha!
Hammer, hammer
Run Like Hell (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Corre, corre, corre, corre
Corre, corre, corre, corre
Corre, corre, corre, corre
Corre, corre, corre, corre
Mejor maquilla tu cara con tu disfraz favorito
Con tus labios sellados y tus ojos de persiana
Con tu sonrisa vacía y tu corazón hambriento
Siente la bilis subiendo de tu pasado culpable
Con tus nervios hechos pedazos mientras la concha se rompe
Y los martillos derriban tu puerta
¡Mejor corre!
Corre, corre, corre, corre
Corre, corre, corre, corre
Corre, corre, corre, corre
Corre, corre, corre, corre
Mejor corre todo el día y corre toda la noche
Y guarda tus sucios sentimientos muy dentro
Y si sacas a tu novia esta noche
Mejor aparca el coche bien lejos de la vista
Porque si te atrapan en el asiento trasero intentando forzar sus cerraduras
Te van a enviar de vuelta a Mamá en una caja de cartón
¡Mejor corre!
¡Oye, abran! ¡Jajajajajaja!
Martillo, martillo
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