Freeway Fugitive

(ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Watch the rear-view mirror,

tires begin to scream Red and blue is flashing,

waking from the dream Pedal to the metal,

shifting through the gears

LA streets are empty,

playing on their fears (skrrrrt)

Running from the lights,

we're tearing up the night (yeah) Engine on the limit,

screaming out of sight No brakes,

no slowing, ready for the flight

(go, go, go)

Cornering the boulevard, dodging through the lane Got the bag beside me,

driving through the pain Helicopter searchlight cutting through the grey We're making

our escape, we're getting away (get back)

(shhhh... look out) (go!)

(they'll never catch us)