You better
Dress yourself up in an orc disguise,
Better button your lip,
And avoid the Eye,
With your empty smile,
And your hungry heart,
Feel the One Ring prying,
Tearing you apart,
With your nerves in tatters,
As your footsteps patter,
And the orcs all clatter,
Curse, and roar!
You better run!

You better
Run all day and run all night,
And keep your dirty feelings deep inside,
In the land of Mordor, of eternal night,
Where you can’t remember any fair thing’s sight,
And if the Eye catches you there
Hiding in the rocks,
There won’t be enough of you to pack
In a cardboard box!
You better run!