Hotline Miami-Dan Bull/Sparkles*/TryHardNinja

[ti:Hotline Miami] [ar:Dan Bull/TryHardNinja/Sparkles*] [al:Generation Gaming XIV] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Hotline Miami (Acapella|Explicit) - Dan Bull/Sparkles*/TryHardNinja [00:06.91]Lyrics by：Dan Bull [00:13.83]Composed by：Dan Bull [00:20.75]Hi kids do you like violence [00:22.84]Seeing people dying to the cries of the sirens [00:25.23]Leaving the crime scene nothing like you arrived [00:27.29]Full of bile blood and another bunch of satisfied clients [00:30.33]Well then you dialed the right hotline [00:32.16]Miami has a lot of numbers [00:33.63]And of all of them you got mine [00:35.17]My top advice is not to get bothered with plot line [00:37.47]Just call us up and [00:38.21]Then I'll see if I can drop by [00:41.97]It all started with a call to East Seventh Street [00:44.29]I was blessed with a request that didn't need any pleasantries [00:47.16]There's no intense a feeling as dealing senseless beatings [00:49.71]To people who you previously wouldn't ever meet [00:52.20]Talk about being dead on your feet [00:53.80]The second that I enter people seem to end in a heap [00:56.44]I guess they can't deal well with the American heat [00:58.83]That makes you sweat red and then puts you forever to sleep [01:01.25]I guess I'm one heck of an interior decorator [01:03.49]Interfere with investigators escalate a petty situation into mayhem [01:06.67]Exit stage left and step on the accelerator [01:09.09]The rest is even better but I'd better tell you later [01:11.62]Because I've got another message and it won't wait [01:13.88]Someone needs me to clean their mess up in my own way [01:16.22]No fidgeting or messing and there's no delay [01:18.52]Fifty blessings later hit the motorway and rode away [01:21.38]There's one new message on your answer machine it says [01:26.01]How long d'you reckon that your hands'll be clean it says [01:30.93]It's dirty work but someone's got to do the job [01:35.70]To go beserk and roll in the filth with the mob [01:40.78]Under neon lights [01:43.70]One phone call will decide who lives or dies [01:48.48]'Cause greed turns into pain and no one can escape [01:53.65]The crimson rain that pours over my soul [01:57.74]On these hot Miami nights [02:00.59]Wo oh oh oh oh oh [02:02.97]These hot Miami nights [02:05.45]Wo oh oh oh oh oh [02:07.81]'Cause greed turns into pain and no one can escape [02:12.77]The crimson rain that pours over my soul [02:17.27]On these hot Miami nights [02:21.57]Strip lights flicker as I sip my liquor [02:24.00]This life's sick and you can get by quicker [02:26.02]If you live like a sinner with your finger by the trigger [02:28.52]Or the throat of a foe so it's goodbye Richter [02:31.35]Wherever I go I seem to stand alone [02:33.43]Whether I head to the pizza shack or hang at home [02:35.77]Answer to no one but the answer phone [02:37.26]Man I love that hang up tone [02:38.63]More than a saxophone solo and a bag of blow [02:40.78]I'm holding a bat and donning an animal mask [02:43.03]So you can probably tell I've had a problematical past [02:45.40]But these aren't irrational acts I'm enacting the task [02:47.90]That I've been handed by the man requiring absolute tact [02:50.30]And as a matter of fact I'm really flattered he asked me [02:52.96]Because I'm a one man catastrophe factory [02:55.16]Think the Mafia's bad you must be having a laugh see [02:58.12]The man behind each massive massacre that's me [03:00.48]There's one new message on your answer machine it says [03:05.37]How long d'you reckon that your hands'll be clean it says [03:10.29]It's dirty work but someone's got to do the job [03:15.16]To go beserk and roll in the filth with the mob [03:20.16]Under neon lights [03:23.12]One phone call will decide who lives or dies [03:27.88]'Cause greed turns into pain and no one can escape [03:32.78]The crimson rain that pours over my soul [03:37.15]On these hot Miami nights [03:40.16]Wo oh oh oh oh oh [03:42.38]These hot Miami nights [03:44.80]Wo oh oh oh oh oh [03:47.20]'Cause greed turns into pain and no one can escape [03:52.12]The crimson rain that pours over my soul [03:56.35]On these hot Miami nights