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  • 作曲 : Turbonegro
    When your'e bored and you need a kick
    When your'e hot and your fingers itch
    Don't wanna go to work again ever no more, boy
    Every night when
    I'm on the prowl
    My brain is burning then
    I want it all
    Don't ever want to pay for anything anymore, boy
    Just grab it 'cause it's yours and the empire's dying
    Just grab the stuff and hit the door
    And you'll be high on the crime, high on the crime
    Come on so come on, come on grab your booty and your'e on the run come on, come on get your buzz on, and the heat is on
    All you guards that i got out past
    Tell your boss he can invoice my ass
    The speed slow me down but
    I'm still smartest in my class, boy
    Whatever When your mommy is to cold to buy your pills
    And your daddy ain't around to pay your bills
    I've been hungry
    But not enough to kill, boy
    Just grab it 'cause it's yours and the empire's dying
    Just grab the stuff and hit the door
    And you'll be high on the crime, high on the crime
    Come on So come on, come on
    Grab your booty and your'e on the run
    Come on, come on
    Get your buzz on, and the heat is on
    So come, on come on
    Grab your booty and your'e on the run
    Come on, come on
    Quick you dirty rat shake your buns
  • 作曲 : Turbonegro
    When your'e bored and you need a kick
    When your'e hot and your fingers itch
    Don't wanna go to work again ever no more, boy
    Every night when
    I'm on the prowl
    My brain is burning then
    I want it all
    Don't ever want to pay for anything anymore, boy
    Just grab it 'cause it's yours and the empire's dying
    Just grab the stuff and hit the door
    And you'll be high on the crime, high on the crime
    Come on so come on, come on grab your booty and your'e on the run come on, come on get your buzz on, and the heat is on
    All you guards that i got out past
    Tell your boss he can invoice my ass
    The speed slow me down but
    I'm still smartest in my class, boy
    Whatever When your mommy is to cold to buy your pills
    And your daddy ain't around to pay your bills
    I've been hungry
    But not enough to kill, boy
    Just grab it 'cause it's yours and the empire's dying
    Just grab the stuff and hit the door
    And you'll be high on the crime, high on the crime
    Come on So come on, come on
    Grab your booty and your'e on the run
    Come on, come on
    Get your buzz on, and the heat is on
    So come, on come on
    Grab your booty and your'e on the run
    Come on, come on
    Quick you dirty rat shake your buns