Running away, somthing better ahead
But you gotta think fast before it's too late
Just one cut 'round your head
Just one minute and you'll call me dead

Chorus


Said you better watch out
For the razors here tonight
You better leave out
The razors here tonight

Backstreet boys wear boots and braces
Razor blades, and angry faces
Too much tension, too much beer
What the hell am I doing here?
Chorus

(last verse UKNOWN!)