[He might find he has someone behind chiming in on the second stanza, in a sonorous baritenor that almost raises the performance - or his end of it - to rock opera levels.]

You better run, you better do what you can
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

[If he looks over his shoulder, he'll find a tall, pale gent in a black topcoat over a white silk shirt and a black waistcoat, dropping him a friendly wink with his good eye, the other impassive, suggesting it's a glass eye.]