Sitting in the backseat of a stolen car Wondering if we're gonna get very far Pocket full of bullets for the gun in my hand Nothing to lose cuz we're allready damned The needle on the dash says 105 The needle in my arm makes me feel so alive Reds in my head and I'm doing just fine Ten more miles and we'll be at the state line
[Chorus:] Gonna see my face on TV Americas most wanted is me Gotta keep running if we wanna be free We're on a five state killing spree
Got a bunch of drugs and a trunk full of booze We've killed six cops so we got nothing to lose Living on the run stealing everything we need We got high quality pharmecutical speed Booze & guns & ammo & a bunch of porno mags Stacks of twenty dollar bills stuffed in plastic bags Tossing fast-food styrfoam out the window as we go 'I Wanna be a Dyke' blasting on the stereo
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Two weeks later, can't beleive we're still alive Roadblocks and shoot-outs still we manage to survive Never leave a witness who has seen our face We make sure to shoot everybody in the place See us on the news each and every night at ten Psychos on the freeway in a gunfight again Never going home cuz its a pirates life for me Me and all my friends on a five state killing spree
[Repeat Chorus] Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
