Butterfingers - Ska Chase lyrics

I can feel my heart beat, pumping like a ska beat, Villainous silhouette (flick) light a cigarette, Gun it down a back street, body in the back seat, And I just sped right through a red light from the rush, Can't believe I shot a cop, k**ed him with a single shot, But he deserved what he got, I'm a felon cause his melancholy melon popped "Hey", Saw to misappropriate, law to cater for his hate, Hit me with a seismic (Thunk) with a night stick, Drunk on adrenalin, an officer a gentleman we, Struggle with the weapon til a, slug it come to settle in his head. Hey, Muchacho its time to go, We're headed for Mexico, Adios Vernaculo, Viva la destino. Wanted like I'm Chopper Reed, But they say it's a democracy, Maybe I should cop a plea, I'll never get benevolence the devil never sleeps "Hey", Troopers wanna tackle me to, Shoot at me or shackle me, That's how the hick f**, "Bang" got a nip tuck, Press'll be the d**h of me they, Render me an effigy cause, "I shot the" shell that k**ed a deputy. Hey, Muchacho its time to go, We're headed for Mexico, Adios Vernaculo, Viva la destino. I didn't know the gun was even loaded, And co*ked it just went off into the air, Now I'm on the run in a ska chase, I've got nothing to lose so I don't care, Wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time, Not dead yet headed for the skyline, Listed as malicious for a mishap, I don't belong in prison with the riff raff, I won't go into a cell, I'd rather die than live in hell, Take to flight or battle with legality, Up sh** creek no paddle here's the cavalry now. I'm only sorry for the kids, Who found the body in a ditch, Cause I left the son of a b**h, Eating bitumen like a liquorice twist "Hey" Felt we'd better separate, Shed a bit of dead weight, To forget I meditate "Ohmmm" Get my head straight, Dead if I hesitate, I get into the interstate, Pedal to the metal never, Settle til I'm dead or I escape. Hey, Muchacho its time to go, We're headed for Mexico, Adios Vernaculo, Viva la destino.