When you're bored and you need a kick
When you're hot and your fingers itch
Don't wanna go to work again ever no more, boy
Every night when I'm on the prowl
My brain is burning and I want it all
Don't ever wanna pay for anything anymore, boy
Just grab it cause it's yours and The Empire's dying
Just grab the stuff and hit the door
And you'll be high on the crime
High on the crime
Come on
So come on, come on, grab your booty and you're on the run
Come on, come on, get your buzz on and the heat is on
Loot, loot
Shoot, shoot
Loot, loot
Shoot, shoot
All you guards that I gotta pass
Tell your boss he can invoice my ass
The speed slowed me down
But I'm still smartest in my class, boy
Whatever
When your mommy's too cold to buy you pills
And your daddy ain't around to pay your bills
I've been hungry
But not enough to kill, boy
Just grab it cause it's yours and The Empire's dying
Just grab the stuff and hit the door
And you'll be high on the crime
High on the crime
Come on
So come on, come on, grab your booty and you're on the run
Come on, come on, get your buzz on and the heat is on
So come on, come on, grab your booty and you're on the run
Come on, come on, flip your burger and shake your buns
Loot, loot
Shoot, shoot
Loot, loot
Shoot, shoot
Writer(s): Thomas Seltzer, Knut Schreiner, Pal Kjaernes, Hans Dyvik, Christer Engen, Rune Gronn
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