Kennedy Killed The Hat

 

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