Fast Talk - The Knocks Remix

What up?
 Hey, what's up, man?
 Just sitting at my house, and I'm gonna be 32 years old tomorrow
 And I feel half completely alive, and half completely dead
 Me and my best friends cruising down West End Street
 Hiding from cops and driving circles 'round the block all week
 All of my friends died out on West End Street
 They say we're born to die young
 But we're just tryna live in peace
 So maybe heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks
 Shangri-La dealers at the bus stop
 And maybe God is just a cop that we can fast talk
 So if you're guilty and you know it, put your hands up
 'Cause karma's just a different word for bad luck
 And what if death is just another pair of handcuffs?
 Then we better run
 Then we better run
 Then we better run
 Then we better run
 
 All of our friends went crazy on LSD
 Sailing their cars through the big bright city streets
 And everyone who knows our name
 Says that we ain't ever gonna change
 They say we're born to die young
 But we're trying to find a better way
 They say we're born to die young
 But we're trying to find a better way
 Maybe heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks
 Shangri-La dealers at the bus stop
 And maybe God is just a cop that we can fast talk
 So if you're guilty and you know it, put your hands up
 'Cause karma's just a different word for bad luck
 And what if death is just another pair of handcuffs?
 Then we better run
 Then we better run
 Then we better run
 Then we better run
 ♪
 Heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks
 Shangri-La dealers at the bus stop
 And maybe God is just a cop that we can fast talk
 So if you're guilty and you know it, put your hands up
 'Cause karma's just a different word for bad luck
 And what if death is just another pair of handcuffs?
 Then we better run
 Then we better run
 Then we better run
 ♪
 Half completely alive, and half completely dead