The Young Reporter - Nits
Hands up
He said
If you move a little bit you're dead
I want the secreat that you were about to get
Tonight
They win
I'm in a cellar and I have to stay in
I have to write a song
Whether it's right or wrong
Here comes the young reporter
In his overcoat
I'm on the tape recorder
In his motorboat
Is he coming in time for me
Click clack
Turn the key
They came back to transport me
I'll get used to music mystery
Black car
Dark street
Red light
High speed
The rope is tight around my hands and feet
Here comes the young reporter
In his overcoat
I'm on the tape recorder
In his motorboat
Is he coming in time for me
Too late
It's done
I'm on a record and I'll have to stay on
It's on the playlist with a little luck
It's number one
This is the story about I wrote our songs
You see the smoke is come out of this lungs
You look the right is on where it's right or wrong
Hands up
Hands up
Hands up
Hands up
Hands up
Hands up
Hands up