Hit and Run

They never saw us coming
 Til they hit the floor
 They just kept beggin for
 More, more
 Na na na na na na na
 All dressed up for a hit and run
 Na na na na na na na
 All dressed up for a hit and run
 I was brought up as a southern belle
 I grew into the queen of hell
 You were just a little stowaway
 That stabbed her way to save herself
 You always liked the taste of blood
 And I get off when I point the gun
 It's so good to have someone to be so bad with
 First one up was a preachers son
 Last one down was an Englishman
 I'm in bed with his bow tie on
 All dressed up for a hit and run
 Na na na na na na na
 All dressed up for a hit and run
 Na na na na na na na
 All dressed up for a hit and run
 Sunday in notting hill
 He was sneaking a cigarette
 His God protects him but
 I know we'll get him yet
 Ran my fingers threw his hair
 So he thinks it's fun and games
 He don't know our faces but
 He'll never forget our names
 First one up was a preachers son
 Last one down was an Englishman
 I'm in bed with his bow tie on
 All dressed up for a hit and run
 Na na na na na na na
 All dressed up for a hit and run
 Na na na na na na na
 All dressed up for a hit and run
 I was waiting in the getaway car
 You were stuck in the hotel bar
 He was a proper Englishman
 You had one last pint before the cops broke in
 You poured the gasoline and
 I drove into the flames
 History will hate us
 But they'll never forget our names
 They never saw us coming
 Til they hit the floor
 They just kept beggin for
 More, more
 They never saw us coming
 Til they hit the floor
 They just kept beggin for
 More, more
 First one up was a preachers son
 Last one down was an Englishman
 I'm in bed with his bow tie on
 All dressed up for a hit and run
 Na na na na na na na
 All dressed up for a hit and run
 Na na na na na na na
 All dressed up for a hit and run