Inside Job
There is a traitor among us...
That's what she said
Before blasting her way out
With her gun and grenades
The bullets are flying
They making whistling sound
Vault bomb sets off
Feels like the 4th of July
My killer baby (I say)
It's a good day to die
Let's take the money
Take the money and fly
They will never catch us
When we are together
We can rob this bank
For ever and ever
No bullet can kill our love
It's written in the sky and below
We are a match from hell
I love your gun powder perfume smell
We fuck inside the vault
The hostages watching
The cops are waiting outside
There is no place to hide
I shove my gun inside your mouth
Sweat drips down your neck
I lick blood from your wounds
I cum i break
No bullet can kill our love
It's written in the sky and below
We are a match from hell
I love your gun powder perfume smell
We fuck inside the vault
The hostages watching
The cops are waiting outside
There is no place to hide
I shove my gun inside your mouth
Sweat drips down your neck
I lick blood from your wounds
I cum i break
Tearing off the highway
Your old Mustang roars
The cops are on our tail
We're safe, on our country road
We make love in our place
Hundred bills dispersed on the floor
Will use them as a mattress
While the barrels are getting cold
That's what she said
Before blasting her way out
With her gun and grenades
The bullets are flying
They making whistling sound
Vault bomb sets off
Feels like the 4th of July
My killer baby (I say)
It's a good day to die
Let's take the money
Take the money and fly
They will never catch us
When we are together
We can rob this bank
For ever and ever
No bullet can kill our love
It's written in the sky and below
We are a match from hell
I love your gun powder perfume smell
We fuck inside the vault
The hostages watching
The cops are waiting outside
There is no place to hide
I shove my gun inside your mouth
Sweat drips down your neck
I lick blood from your wounds
I cum i break
No bullet can kill our love
It's written in the sky and below
We are a match from hell
I love your gun powder perfume smell
We fuck inside the vault
The hostages watching
The cops are waiting outside
There is no place to hide
I shove my gun inside your mouth
Sweat drips down your neck
I lick blood from your wounds
I cum i break
Tearing off the highway
Your old Mustang roars
The cops are on our tail
We're safe, on our country road
We make love in our place
Hundred bills dispersed on the floor
Will use them as a mattress
While the barrels are getting cold
Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Shaingurten
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