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You and me - let`s join the enemy
Fly to paris, plan a bank robbery
I`ve got the tickets, let`s pick up some cigarettes
Grab your jacket, the wind is blowing cold
I`ve got this contact, he`s ready for action
We`ve got to cut while the knife is still sharp
Crime does not pay, but this time it`s different
One week in france and count your money in the dark
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Don`t try to tell me you never dreamed about it
Don`t try to tell me you never wondered how it felt
The world is full of dreamers... it`s the secret of television
I don`t want your television i want real bullets
Just our luck -- we were born in suburbia
Raised on sunshine and white bread sin
I think it`s time we got some dirt under our fingernails
I think it`s time we got some blood under our skin
I got this cancer burning inside of me
9 to 5, income tax, taking their toll
Get you some heroin, get me a prostitute
We`ll sleep much easier with evil in our souls
Chorus
What if we die? that`d be a pity
It`s been years since i saw you this young
Maybe we`ll take our share, run to venezuela
Buy a fleet of jaguars, race `em in the sun