Crime کے بول

The clouds cut like lightening Isn't that frightening? Like warm lines on ice Not very nice Fire on jet masters men out of life Napalm and men are like judas & christ You were yellow or red and then black & blue I never could take my pretty eyes off of you We saw them running and we put them in line How did they win against a 300 mile an hour crime? I'm wired with fire No one can bust me No one can find... No one can fell me