| Meet me tonight by the bombed out carnival
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| We’ll hide out where the house of mirrors is smashed up like an icicle field
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| We’ll hide in the Ferris Wheel car
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| And we’ll watch from the top as the cop sirens squeal, squeal
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| Click! |
| Click! |
| Click! |
| Click! |
| Bang! |
| Bang!
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| Went my gun in the convenience store clerk’s face
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| «Give me all your fucking money»
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| My voice quivered
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| My hands wavered
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| A little kid got it in the face
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| He didn’t have a chance
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| Love Hounds is all we are
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| We want it all right now
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| Handsome young gentlemen
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| Robbing and murdering in the afternoon
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| Love Hounds is all we are
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| We want it all right now
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| Meet me tonight in the abandoned planetarium
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| We’ll hide in the dark as the fake moons flicker and spark
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| Meet me tonight by the burned down subway
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| We’ll write a burlesque about our bullet-ridden chests
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| Click! |
| Click! |
| Click! |
| Click! |
| Bang! |
| Bang!
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| Wen my gun in the crowded supermarket
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| Now everybody knows our face
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| Our picture’s in the paper
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| Our face is on the camera
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| We’ve got nowhere to go
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| We’re on the run
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| Love hounds is all we are
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| We ant it all righ tnow
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| A gorgeous wild wonan sings calypso funeral hymns in your getaway subway
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| Love hounds is all we are
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| We want it all right now
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| Electrocuted streets, electrocuted city
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| We’ve bloomed from liars to theives
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| We make guitars sound pretty
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| Electrocuted streets, electrocuted city
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| We’ve bloomed from lovers to pornographers…
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| We’ve bloomed from murderers to mass-murderers
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| You know all I ever wanted was a little money in my pocket and my face on the 5
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| o’clock news
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| Love Hounds is all we are
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| We want it all right now
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| We’re swinging from the trees like pinatas for police to crack and eat and chew
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| Love Hounds is all we are
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| We want it all right now |