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 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