Lyrics

Oh, Visa, Mastercard Ski mask and a sawn-off T-shirt Cruising in your car Little foggy in the rear view mirror Leather jackets, leather gloves As we ride through what's left of a lie called love Well, who's gonna talk? And you say "Bonnie Oh, this is not a game to me They're gonna lock us up and never let us go" Incinerator It's only natural Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Incinerator It's only coming on Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, Rolex, car alarm Goes off if you get much closer We will lose it all If we can't get these windows open Helicopter up above As we run from what's left of a lie called love Well, who's gonna talk? Still Keep your sunnies on indoors Cruise through all the flashing blue Cockroaches in the afterglow Windows shaking high above As we ride through what's left of a lie called love Well, who's gonna talk? And you say "Bonnie Oh, this is not a game to me They're gonna lock us up and never let us go" Incinerator It's only natural Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Incinerator It's only coming on Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah