Baby, there's something wrong with you maybe    You take advice from the devil    In the heat of the night    Black leather, wild, wild animal    You know I'm down by law       And we're surrounded by assassins, phantomas, mutantes and serpents    Werewolves and sex fiends    New York, New York City, Lafayette Street    Alright now bang bang, London, Paris    Shout the lights out, come on now       Baby, we're not the beautiful people    Oh runnin' down the street on fire    They want us to see me jump that fence    Sometimes I'd rather be dead    These are the wages of sin       And we're surrounded by assassins, phantomas, mutantes and serpents    Werewolves and sex fiends    New York, New York City, Lafayette Street    Alright now bang bang, London, Paris    Shout the lights out, come on       Ooh, clear is the new black    Wa-ooh, clear is the new black    Wa-ooh, artistes and models,    Wa-ooh let's go to hell together       Wa-ooh, clear is the new black    Wa-ooh, clear is the new black    Wa-ooh, artistes and models,    Wa-ooh let's go to hell together       Now baby, you know we can't be stopped    Come here and kiss my neck    Some things were made to be wasted    And I don't like a railroad man    You're like a tiger in the sun       And we're surrounded by assassins, phantomas, mutantes and serpents    Werewolves and sex fiends    New York, New York City, Lafayette Street    Alright now bang bang, London, Paris    Shout the lights out, come on now baby