I’M STANDING AT THE SHOPS AND I’M NEXT TO THIS GUY.
HE’S HOLDING A STICK AND HE’S ALL DRESSED IN WHITE.
HE LOOKS AT ME AND GIVES ME THE EYE.
HE ASKS WHERE I’M FROM AND IT DOESN’T FEEL RIGHT.
IT’S EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF.
NOW I’M RUNNING UP THE STREET GETTING CHASED BY THIS GUY.
I’M WEARING BOOTS AND HE’S ON A BIKE. IT’S ALL UP HILL; IT’S A BIT
OF A HIKE. I’M RUNNING THROUGH THE SCHEME AND IT DOESN’T
FEEL RIGHT AND IT’S EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF.
I’M GETTING CHASED; THROUGH EASTERHOUSE MY HEART IS
RACING. PICK UP THE PACE, HE’S ON MY HEELS, HE WON’T STOP
CHASING. I’M GETTING CHASED, THROUGH EASTERHOUSE MY
HEART IS RACING. I SEE HIS FACE, HE LOOKS AT ME
AND HE IS SHOUTING
YOU BETTER RUN BOY, YOU’RE IN THE WRONG PART OF TOWN AND
YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN. YOU BETTER RUN BOY, YOU’RE IN THE
WRONG PART OF TOWN AND YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN
YOU BETTER RUN BOY, YOU’RE IN THE WRONG PART OF TOWN AND
YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN. YOU BETTER RUN BOY, YOU’RE IN THE
WRONG PART OF TOWN AND YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN NOW
I FINALLY SHAKE HIM, IT SEEMS ALRIGHT, TILL I GET ROUND THE
CORNER TO ANOTHER TEN GUYS. THEY’RE ALL HOLDING STICKS;
THEY’RE ALL DRESSED IN WHITE. I MAKE A BOLT AND I RUN FOR MY
LIFE AND IT’S EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF. I RUN PAST THE PARK, I RUN
PAST THE POLIS STATION, RUN BACK PAST THE SHOPS, THESE BOYS
DON’T HAVE GOOD INTENTIONS. EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF
I’M GETTING CHASED; THROUGH EASTERHOUSE MY HEART IS
RACING. PICK UP THE PACE, HE’S ON MY HEELS, HE WON’T STOP
CHASING. I’M GETTING CHASED, THROUGH EASTERHOUSE MY
HEART IS RACING. I SEE HIS FACE, HE LOOKS AT ME
AND HE IS SHOUTING
YOU BETTER RUN BOY, YOU’RE IN THE WRONG PART OF TOWN AND
YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN.
YOU BETTER RUN BOY, YOU’RE IN THE WRONG PART OF TOWN AND
YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN
YOU BETTER RUN BOY, YOU’RE IN THE WRONG PART OF TOWN AND
YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN. YOU BETTER RUN BOY, YOU’RE IN THE
WRONG PART OF TOWN AND
YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN TONIGHT.