Chase in suburban streets is dangerous Very few have survived
If the chaser has leather gloves & black overcoat You must run, run, run away Run into the night
Grown-up fairytales So Black and white Real like death And I don't want to die
Liquor kisses in a private room Guns and cash in the garage If your neighbour has leather gloves & black overcoat Better turn your head, never look him in the eye
Grown-up fairytales So Black and white Real like death And I don't want to die
Sir Janitor Doesn't breathe anymore Somebody banged His sad head away I swear I was thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
