He climbed into the belly of the great white bear
It's very sticky and it smells a little fishy, but no one will look for him there
He took a moment to pick his thoughts and make them clear
Oh, what a day it's been
Oh, what a terrible state he's in
Oh, what a day it's been
Oh, what a terrible state he's in
Her eyes are wired, there's a hat over her thick black hair
They're racing through the snow, their sweaty hands keep slipping
But they're almost there
Her father's shotgun ringing out now through the cold night air
Oh, what a fix they're in
Oh, what a terrible sin
Oh, what a fix they're in
Oh, what a terrible sinister game
The hunter did play
To give them the hope that they could get away
When biding his time, he did wait down the line
To bring a disaster on their youthful dreams of escape
Oh, what a day it's been
Oh, what a day it's been
Run
There's a bullet in your back
Run, run, there's a bullet in your back
Run, run, run, there's a bullet in your back, but I wouldn't take it back
Run, run, run, there's a bullet in your back, but I wouldn't take it back
Run, run, run, there's a bullet in your back, but I wouldn't take it back, I wouldn't take it back
Run, run, run, there's a bullet in your back and I want to take it back, I want to
Want to, I want to
Want you, I want you
Want you, I want you
Want you
Want you
Want you back