Miami Vicer 歌词

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 way I swear I was there