i gotta be honest i broke a lot of promises gotta hurt someone when you came from what i come from a district of misfits and freak shows and crimes an alleyway of memories you d wanna leave behind at the gala with mr sinatra in love with the gangster i think that i am we leave town tomorrow we runnin from coppers let s empty our pockets right now while we can all of these red lights turn into blue lights i just see white lights when i m with you and all these sirens burn up these cool nights we just see white lights when i m with you two criminals in bombay with a rickshaw for a getaway at the airport when they search you we cover up our tattoos cause he wooed me then flew me to a foreign land dad i know that you judge me but he is my man at the gala with mr sinatra in love with the gangster i think that i am we leave town tomorrow we runnin from coppers let s empty our pockets right now while we can all of these red lights turn into blue lights i just see white lights when i m with you and all these sirens burn up these cool nights we just see white lights when i m with you all of these red lights turn into blue lights i just see white lights when i m with you and all these sirens burn up these cool nights we just see white lights when i m with you