I gotta be honest I broke a lot of promises Gotta hurt someone When you came from what I come from A district of misfits and freak shows and crimes An alleyway of memories you'd wanna leave behind
At the gala With Mr. Sinatra In love with a gangsta I think that I am We leave town tomorrow We running from coppers Let's empty our pockets right now while we can
And all these red lights Turn into blue lights I just see white lights When I'm with you And all these sirens Burn up these cool nights We just see white lights When I'm with you
Two criminals in bombay With a rickshaw for a getaway At the airport when they search you We cover up our tattoos 'Cause he wooed me then flew me to a foreign land Dad, I know that you judge me but he is my man!
At the gala With Mr. Sinatra In love with a gangsta I think that I am We leave town tomorrow We running from coppers Let's empty our pockets right now while we can
And all these red lights Turn into blue lights I just see white lights When I'm with you And all these sirens Burn up these cool nights We just see white lights When I'm with you
