Run, Run, Run

The can of mace
The cold hard chemical base
Not generally sold by the case
But here, it's hard sound of the spray
As you you run run run away
From the unknown persons

Thank the lord for that can
That can that helped you get away from that cruel man
As you ran ran ran
Your feet thudding on the street
To a strange, huanting beat
To the safety of numbers and friends who care