Crawl out of your underground well.
Give yourself up, your account to tell.
One day, you'll be trapped and snared.
Stand up now, let your plea be heard.
You'll run out corners in which to hide.
The search for you will go far and wide
Wary of strangers, of whispers and all.
And too afraid to make or receive a call.
A life in hiding, eyes cast to the floor.
That's the kind of 'life' for you in store.
So face up now to what you've done.
Turn yourself in, no more life on the run.
Forever scared to leave a trail or trace.
As it's a small old World, no hiding place.