Hey, in the pouring rain
When the smell of terror brings a thousand eyes
The red men come again
They kill my children and they kill my wife
And then they leave me bleeding
Family dead, just freaking out bleeding
Stoned in the gutter, empty of my color
I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side
Body twitched from side to side
I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side
Body twitched from side to side
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done
You've got to run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
Away, away, away, away, away
Hey, in the ice and snow
When the call up sounds to the real in deed
But do you really wanna know
How we rode into freedom on whimsy and greed?
And they said your time is over
I don't see any gallant calls
I don't see an inch of reflex
Accept to leave me bleeding
Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding
I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side
Body twitched from side to side
I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side
Body twitched from side to side
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
Away, away, away
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
Away, away, away, away, away
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
Away, away, away
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
Away, away, away, away, away
Reynard left and went to Warwickshire
To a mound near a railway line
With canals and a freezing swamp
He climbs high up above the countryside
And breathes freely
To the south he could see Polesworth
And to the north, he could just make out the ruins
Of the priory where Joss and I played cricket as children
We were only three miles away
Probably drinking tea and talking
Have you heard about the orphan, sitting by the coffin?
At the same time as he was taking the Stanley knife
Out of the bag
He pushed the point into his stomach
His Father's not a sinner no more
Until the light shone right through
And then he reached down and he took the bag
It's a plastic bag with plastic handles
And plastic sides and, and, and, and, and
He spilled his guts all over the stage
He spilled his guts all over the stage