Lacing your sneakers on the soles that you have worn so thin   Timber wolves hunt on a night like this   Your headache prone   Your muscles groan   You better be ready for the heat   From the coal beneath your feet   Run.      Oh run.      Yes I know now,   I know now   They are trailing close behind   They are trailing close behind      So run.      They’re gonna get you   They’re gonna figure you out   They’re gonna get you   Ditch the ghost town now.      Run run run run   Rubber to the pavement   Glasses break   From the screech of the sirens   Trivial pursuit   Yeah you’re shaking in your boots.      You’ve got your champagne screams   That’s what you wanted   You’re drinking by yourself    Because you’ve got no body else