Texty: Motorhead. You Better Run.

I got no reason, to lie to you
What's in the cards, that's what I do
I was born a-running and laughing out loud
With my feet on the ground and my head in the clouds

You better run, baby you better run
I got a blade like lightning, silver bullets in my gun

I'm short and I'm tall, I'm black and I'm white
Sometimes I be wrong, sometimes I be right
I'm iron and steel, I'm bad to the bone
You come looking for trouble, honey don't you come alone

You better run, oh baby you better run
I got a blade like lightning, silver bullets in my gun

I seen 'em come, and I seen 'em go
I seen things and been people, that nobody knows
I'm talking in pictures and I'm painting them black
I seen Satan coming honey, in a big black Cadillac

You better run, baby you better run, oh yeah
I got a blade like lightning, silver bullets in my gun

Watch out