PCT Lyrics

She's just a housewife, not just a w****
Some kinda cyborg they bought in the store
Long black jacket and jet black hair
Piloting a jet over Soviet air
Passion, crime, and treason
Passion, crime, and treason

The iron curtain's been a mystery
She'll paint a picture for all to see
What a big bomb on the black cold jet
The dog stays home, left unfed
Passion, crime, and treason
Passion, crime, and treason

[Solo]

Passion, crime, and treason
Passion, crime, and treason