High speed
The car shakes the looter
The dirt road turns
No chance for the shooter
Bye-bye
To the gold in the cellar
The money is gone
Everyone calls for their fellas
♪
Bull's eye
On the head of the quarry
The hunting starts and
Wakes up the corrie
Bastard (BASTARD)
Cries the chief of the chase
He loses the trace
And the capped man wins the race
Jerry's fine
In the getaway car
Smiles through the night
Blurry line
Between bright and dark
In the hunt he takes delight
♪
Hush now little bird don't make noise
We'll chill in the bushes till the bastard's gone
Gangsters money ain't easy to rob
Better flee from the city b'fore the break of dawn
Stolen dollars ain't dirty for me
I won't pity a sinner a guarantee
I don't need anything, I don't need fame
I run away then you chase and that's my game
Yeah, that's my game! (My game...)
Yeah, yeah
♪
Jerry's fine
In the getaway car
Smiles through the night
Blurry line
Between bright and dark
In the hunt he takes delight
Jerry's fine
In the getaway car
Smiles through the night
Blurry line
Between bright and dark
In the hunt he takes delight
Yeah! Yeah!
In the hunt he takes delight