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 



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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]