Miami Vicer

Chase in suburban streets is

dangerous

Very few have survived

If the chaser has leather gloves &

black overcoat

You must run, run, run away

Run into the night

Grown-up fairytales

So Black and white

Real like death

And I don't want to die

Liquor kisses in a private room

Guns and cash in the garage

If your neighbour has leather

gloves & black overcoat

Better turn your head, never look

him in the eye

Grown-up fairytales

So Black and white

Real like death

And I don't want to die

Sir Janitor

Doesn't breathe anymore

Somebody banged

His sad head away

I swear I was there