I was leading the easy life
Didn't take it seriously
Oh I could invent my own reality
The word is out
There's a price on my head
Two ninty-nine, alive or dead!
Here she drives my getaway car
And she drive me to descruction
Here she drives my getaway car
Drives me to the heart of Dalston
Hot on my heels
Running through the river:
Devils [innaud.] are hunting my ellision (?)
Leading the easy life
Didn't take it seriously
Didn't think this could happen to me
The word is out
The word made flesh;
I would get moving when i wake up dead
Here she drives my getaway car
And she drive me to descruction
Here she drives my getaway car
Drives me to the heart of Dalston
Head over heels
Falling onto concrete
Thinking 'til my head hurts
To imagine an escape route
Here she drives my getaway car
And she drive me onto desparation
Here she drives my getaway car
Drives me to the nearest park
Opens the door and says here you are:
The quickest way out, come through the gra**
We gotta run to Dalston and I won't look back
Run to Dalston and I won't look back
We gotta run to Dalston and I won't look back!