Usch.

Den absolut värsta Beatles-låten som finns är utan tvekan "Run For Your Life". Den är på den nivån att om Lennon inte hade publically sagt att ångrar den mest av alla låtar han har skrivit och dessutom bett om ursäkt för den hade jag börjat tvivla på mitt Beatles-fanskap (fanskap som i att vara ett fan. Fään. Ni vet.). Känner mig illa till mods över att det var George Harrisons favoritlåt från Rubber Soul.


Well I'd rather see you dead, little girl
Than to be with another man
You better keep your head, little girl
Or I won't know where I am

You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end'a little girl

Well you know that I'm a wicked guy
And I was born with a jealous mind
And I can't spend my whole life
Trying just to make you toe the line

You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end'a little girl

Let this be a sermon
I mean everything I've said
Baby, I'm determined
And I'd rather see you dead

You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end'a little girl

I'd rather see you dead, little girl
Than to be with another man
You better keep your head, little girl
Or you won't know where I am

You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end'a little girl
Na, na, na
Na, na, na
Na, na, na
Na, na, na

What the frecking fuck? Jag ska nog gå och spy lite.