Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - City Of Refuge Lyrics
You better run you better run and run and runYou better run you better runYou better run to the city of refugeYou better run you better runYou better run to the city of refugeYou stand before your makerIn a state of shameBacause your robes are covered in mudWhile your kneel at the feetOf a woman of the streetThe gutters will run with bloodThey will run with blood!You better run, you better runYou better run to the city of refugeYou better run, you better runYou better run to the city of refugeIn the days of madnessMy brother, my sisterWhen youre dragged toward the hell-mouthYou will beg at the endBut there aint gonna be one, friendFor the grave will spew you outIt will spew you out!You better run, you better runYou better run to the city of refugeYou better run, you better runYou better run to the city of refugeYoull be working in the darknessAgainst your fellow manAnd youll find youre called to come forthSo youll scrub and youll scrubBut the trouble is, budThe blood it wont wash offNo, it wont come off!You better run, you better runYou better run to the city of refugeYou better run, you better runYou better run and run and runYou better run to the city of refuge