| …right after the robbery the murderer tries to escape, the police search
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| teams hard on his heels. |
| He’s soon cornered and arrested…
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| Sirens wailing
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| Voices yelling
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| Confusion in my head, I cannot think at all
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| There’s no turning back, backed against the wall
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| Sirens in the air, I hear that racking sound
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| The pounding of my heart, I’m feelin’they’re around
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| Drop the gun, turn 'round!
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| Resistance is senseless!
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| Drop the gun, turn 'round!
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| Resistance is senseless, Senseless!
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| Floodlights searching
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| Bloodhounds seeking
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| Bloody cops on my back, searching every block
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| I’m cought in a trap, driven into and locked
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| No, I won’t obey, I take my chance and run
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| I know I’ll find a way, yes, I still got my gun
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| Drop the gun, turn 'round!
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| Resistance is senseless!
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| Drop the gun, turn 'round!
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| Resistance is senseless!
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| Or should I stop, yield and confess it all…
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| …to dwell in jail for years? |
| No! |
| I’ve got to run!
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| Drop the gun, turn 'round!
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| Resistance is senseless! |