Run like hell - Pink Floyd

No hay forma de parar.
Esta mañana estaba de regreso en la carretera y claro, era cosa de mirar y darse cuenta que aquí no ha cambiado nada, hemos regresado para seguir corriendo, para tomar impulso y dudo que algo vaya a detener este ritmo hasta fin de año.
Vamos preparándonos para nuevas marchas y nuevas carreras alocadas. Corre como loco, que la inercia continua y el detenerse, solo nos estrellaría contra la pared.
Pero me gusta.

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.
You better make your face up in
Your favorite 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
When the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter
Down the door.
You'd 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.
Keep your dirty feelings
Deep inside.
And if you're taking your girlfriend
Out tonight
You'd 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.