Baby
There's something wrong with you maybe
You take advice from the devil
In the heat of the night
Black leather, wild, wild animal
You know I'm down by law
And we're surrounded by assassins, phantoms, mutants and serpents
Werewolves and sex fiends
New York, New York City, Lafayette Street
Alright now bang bang, London, Paris
Shout the lights out, come on now
Baby
We're not the beautiful people
Runnin' down the street on fire
They want us to see me jump that fence
Sometimes I'd rather be dead
These are the wages of sin
And we're surrounded by assassins, phantoms, mutants and serpents
Werewolves and sex fiends
New York, New York City, Lafayette Street
Alright now bang bang, London, Paris
Shout the lights out, come on
Buck 65
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