Sitting in the backseat of a stolen car

Wondering if we're gonna get very far

Pocket full of bullets for the gun in my hand

Nothing to lose 'cause we're allready damned

The needle on the dash says 105

The needle in my arm makes me feel so alive

Reds in my head and I'm doing just fine

Ten more miles and we'll be at the state line

[Chorus:]

Gonna see my face on TV

Americas most wanted is me

Gotta keep running if we wanna be free

We're on a five state killing spree

Got a bunch of drugs and a trunk full of booze

We've killed six cops so we got nothing to lose

Living on the run stealing everything we need

We got high quality pharmecutical speed

Booze & guns & ammo & a bunch of porno mags

Stacks of twenty dollar bills stuffed in plastic bags

Tossing fast-food styrfoam out the window as we go

'I Wanna be a Dyke' blasting on the stereo

[Repeat Chorus]

Two weeks later, can't beleive we're still alive

Roadblocks and shoot-outs still we manage to survive

Never leave a witness who has seen our face

We make sure to shoot everybody in the place

See us on the news each and every night at ten

Psychos on the freeway in a gunfight again

Never going home 'cause its a pirates life for me

Me and all my friends on a five state killing spree

[Repeat Chorus]