Down Like Hell

There’s a thousand points of light shining through my window
There’s a draft creeping under the door
There’s a child left standing at the gates of Hamelin
There’s a new tailor for the emperor and
Running won’t save you any
Running won’t save you any
Running won’t save you anymore

There’s a drum that’s pounding out a martial rhythm
There’s a beggar with a song
There’s a lookout shouting iceberg ahoy
There’s a band playing on and
Running won’t save you any
Running won’t save you any
Running won’t save you anymore

There’s a pilot alone over the south Pacific
There’s a tidal wave coming down
There’s an army of fools and they’re all laughing
There’s justice fleeing this town and
Running won’t save you any
Running won’t save you any
Running won’t save you anymore

There’s a line that’s forming for the halls of justice
There a battle for a corporate soul
There’s a young man standing at the foot of the altar
There’s a country going down the rabbit-hole and
Running won’t save you any
Running won’t save you any
Running won’t save you anymore