Текст песни
Look at all the traffic
Look at all them cars
A crash was all that started
The jam that made them stars
Curiosity is growing slowly
Tragedy is driving wild
The taste of blood seems holy
Wondering how many died
Adrenaline is pumping
Fire in the veins
Oil and blood is boiling
Body art is lame
Get off
On the sidewalk baby
You can
Hear the sirens maybe
Get off
On the sidewalk baby
You can
Hear the sirens maybe
The crowd is silent
Not much to say
Seems that they've been frozen
And can't walk away
Adrenaline is pumping
Fire in the veins
Oil and blood is boiling
Body art is lame
Get off
On the sidewalk baby
You can
Hear the sirens maybe
Get off
On the sidewalk baby
You can
Hear the sirens maybe