the dead weather
rough detective
You're an unusual suspect now and may be right The kind all men cannot recollect or forget at night You're the rough detective with the smokey eye Where the person you are after is the other guy The apprentice is the master and the cop's a con You hear me laughing in the background  Don't make me run, baby Don't make me run, ah ow Don't make me run, baby Don't make me run, ah, ow  Well, I'll make you retell your story now just to trip you up This mirror is reflective only if you're tired Your instinct is defective, but your crook's on fire I, got no prospective when I've tricking a liar, now You're so surprised, you hypnotize, it's just so odd Well, I'm a rough detective on a glory ride You keep going faster so I slow down You hear me laughing in the background  Don't make me run, baby Don't make me run, ah ow Don't make me run, baby Don't make me run, ah, ow  Ah What's happening? What's happening? Well Ah ah ah ah ah ah I can't hold it any longer I can't hold it anymore  She looked right at me and laughed is she laughing? She looked right at me, is she laughing at me? Don't make me run Is she laughing at me? You're so surprised, you hypnotize, it's just so odd, hey