White-Bear

White - Bear 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 (x2) 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, 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 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