Frances Barber, Pet Shop Boys - Run, Girl, Run lyrics

Run, girl, run away from the sun
Napalm burns so close to your body
Photographers shoot cameras roll
The western world would like to say sorry

Run, girl, run you’ll be someone
One fine morning without any warning
Because peace comes from the barrel of a gun
A thousand flowers will bloom where you run
Intellectuals frown headlines scream
Nixon’s a clown mao is obscene

Run, girl, run it’s only begun
You’re going far they’ve made you a star

What d’you want to be? Joan of Arc on TV?
A whore or a nun? Run, girl, run
You’ll be enshrined in the Guggenheim
The western art world needs another icon

Run, girl, run you’ll be someone
One fine morning without any warning
Run, girl, run you’ve only begun
You’re going far they’ve made you a star
Is that what you want?

Run, girl, run run, girl, run