Chorus They’ve been running out of town When they ran out of the gas She’s was crying about her carma He was crazy like a beast
Verse 1 She worked in strip bar at nights It was a usual private dance The client was asking for sex When came three of his friends
There are four bodies on the floor Half-empty bottle in her hand She had to do something with them Oh, why so wrong it all has went
Verse 2 He was a perfect middle-clerk Been working well for office head What would be written in newspapers About his boss lying dead
He shoots the guardian in the face And breaks another’s tiny neck Then rushes couple blocks away With bag of money on his back
Ending Chorus They’ve been running out of town When they ran out of the gas She’s was fixing her make up He was calm, the rage has passed Just an ordinary couple On the way to big success