There's a hole in my hindneck It's spurting blood And turning my white coat red But I'm not finished here yet There's a little girl at the stairwell She's bidding me the fondest of farewells With a smoking black brass pistol half her size You'd better run, better run Better run home while you can You'd better run, better run Better run while you have the chance (Better run, better run) (Run home while you can) (Better run, better run) (While you have the chance) There's a hole in the roof And I can see the full moon peeking through But I know that this night won't be my last There's a howling in the distance The huntsman with his dogs Whispering like a serpent Speaking of all of my wrongs (Better run, better run) (Run home while you can) (Better run, better run) (While you have the chance) You'd better run (better run), better run (better run) Better run home while you can (run home while you can) You'd better run (better run), better run (better run) Better run while you have the chance (while you have the chance) Better run (better run), better run (better run) Better run home while you can (run home while you can) Better run (better run), better run (better run) Better run while you have the chance (while you have the chance) (Better run, better run) (Run home while you can) (Better run, better run) (While you have the chance)