Gotta be honest, yeah, broke a lot of promises
Gotta hurt someone when we came from, where 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 a gangsta
I think that I am
We leave town tomorrow
We running from coppers
Let's empty our pockets right now while we can

I let these red lights turn to blue lights
I can see white lights when I'm with you
And all these irons burn up these cool nights
I 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 a gangsta
I think that I am
We leave town tomorrow
We running from coppers
Let's empty our pockets right now while we can

I let these red lights turn to blue lights
I can see white lights when I'm with you
And all these irons burn up these cool nights
I just see white lights when I'm with you

I let these red lights turn to blue lights
I can see white lights when I'm with you
And all these irons burn up these cool nights
I just see white lights when I'm with you