City Of Refuge

The Black League

You better run You better run and run and run
 You better run You better run
 You better run to the City of Refuge
 You better run You better run
 You better run to the City of Refuge
 You stand before your maker
 In a state of shame
 Bacause your robes are covered in mud
 While your kneel at the feet
 Of a woman of the street
 The gutters will run with blood
 They will run with blood!
 You better run, you better run
 You better run to the City of Refuge
 You better run, you better run
 You better run to the City of Refuge
 In the days of madness
 My brother, my sister
 When you're dragged toward the Hell-mouth
 You will beg at the end
 But there ain't gonna be one, friend
 For the grave will spew you out
 It will spew you out!
 You better run, you better run
 You better run to the City of Refuge
 You better run, you better run
 You better run to the City of Refuge
 You'll be working in the darkness
 Against your fellow man
 And you'll find you're called to come forth
 So you'll scrub and you'll scrub
 But the trouble is, bud
 The blood it won't wash off
 No, it won't come off!
 You better run, you better run
 You better run to the City of Refuge
 You better run, you better run
 You better run and run and run
 You better run to the City of Refuge