I was leading the easy life,
Didn't take it seriously.
Oh I could invent my own reality.

The word is out,
There's a price on my head.
Two ninty-nine, alive or dead!

Here she drives my getaway car
And she drive me to descruction.
Here she drives my getaway car,
Drives me to the heart of Dalston.

Hot on my heels,
Running through the river:
Devils [innaud.] are hunting my ellision (?)
Leading the easy life
Didn't take it seriously,
Didn't think this could happen to me.

The word is out
The word made flesh;
i would get moving when i wake up dead

Here she drives my getaway car
and she drive me to descruction
Here she drives my getaway car,
Drives me to the heart of Dalston

Head over heels,
Falling onto concrete.
Thinking 'til my head hurts
To imagine an escape route.

Here she drives my getaway car
and she drive me onto desparation
Here she drives my getaway car,
Drives me to the nearest park
Opens the door and says here you are:
The quickest way out, come through the grass.

We gotta run to Dalston and I won't look back
Run to Dalston and I won't look back.
We gotta run to Dalston and I won't look back!