5 State Killing Spree

Sitting in the backseat of a stolen carWondering if we're gonna get very farPocket full of bullets for the gun in my handNothing to lose cuz we're allready damnedThe needle on the dash says 105The needle in my arm makes me feel so aliveReds in my head and I'm doing just fineTen more miles and we'll be at the state line[Chorus:]Gonna see my face on TVAmericas most wanted is meGotta keep running if we wanna be freeWe're on a five state killing spreeGot a bunch of drugs and a trunk full of boozeWe've killed six cops so we got nothing to loseLiving on the run stealing everything we needWe got high quality pharmecutical speedBooze & guns & ammo & a bunch of porno magsStacks of twenty dollar bills stuffed in plastic bagsTossing fast-food styrfoam out the window as we go'I Wanna be a Dyke' blasting on the stereo