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In need of
Not a job in
rob this goddamn bank, you know
The thing I know
We had eleven people sprawled out on the and white tiled floor
While the manager stuffed our pillow cases full of green
over the unarmed guard
And stepped daylight
And a right bad dream, now

You by my
Smoking


You by my

Never thought we'd get away it
Much less get out of that alive
From here on out it was just a matter of
weren't limits in my confidence
With a tank of gas
A trunk of cash
And two to the state line
And a full of roads to get lost in
We had it
I was so glad I didn't hear screech
our plan was working

You by my
tires


You by my

I don't know where a lot of sirens and a sudden storm
The only thing that made any sense was this guy and his fricking
This guy kept at us
"what are you at?
Lets get the fuck out of here," she
I the gas pedal out of the bank parking lot
And into the back of a chevron

Oh, baby, I lost my
Oh, baby, I lost my
Oh, baby, I lost my
at you
Oh, baby, I lost my
Oh, baby, I lost my
Oh, baby, I my head
at you

Flame and
Smoking


You're out of
By my