Run Janey Run

Well, I guess it starts with a trailer park Just outside the heart of Fort St. John And the smell of fumes The room too dark The hands too rough The tears roll until the dawn Pretending she was gone, far away She grew up And she got tired And she grew tough Took a little ride Downtown eastside now But little did she know that while She walked these streets He was on the prowl Run Janey Run You know he's coming for you Run Janey Run You know the cops can't help you Gotta make it through On your own Don't raise alarm Don't start a fright There's nothing to see here Don't raise no eyebrows God knows they've tried their best to hide The dirty side of life, but it's seeping through Behind the truth How many will die? Run Janey Run You know he's coming for you Run Janey Run You know the cops can't help you Gotta make it through On your own Run Janey Run You know he's coming for you Run Janey Run Gotta keep on, keep on moving Run Janey Run Move on, Gotta get outta here Run Janey Run You gotta get a move on Ya, this time