| Good evening ladies and gentelman;
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| Boys and girls, kings and queers
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| What you’re about to witness
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| Is what people call an assault
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| You call it an abuse; |
| we call it getting off
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| Please don’t panic
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| You only need to cooperate
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| Everyone inside the room:
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| Heads down and hands in the air
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| Put wallets, cell phones and watches in the bag;
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| Diamonds, credit cards, iPods and laps
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| Let me see your hands now
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| And «now» means NOW
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| Put your hands in the air!
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| Put the money in the bag!
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| Put your hands in the air!
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| Put the money in the bag!
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| The quicker we take this the quicker we’re out!
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| Put your hands in the air!
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| Put the money in the bag!
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| Put your hands in the air!
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| Put the money in the bag!
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| The quicker we take this the quicker we’re out!
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| Put your hands in the air, put the money in the bag!
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| The quicker we take this the quicker we’re out!
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| (Freeze the scene)
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| You may think I’m crazy for the cash…
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| The only reason why I’m here
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| Inside this shit that shakes my teeth
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| Is the rush when I look into your eyes
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| This fear I smell that makes me feel that I’m the one
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| Now listen
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| I don’t care about the law
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| I have no regrets at all, I don’t feel guilty
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| When you’re alive there’s a price
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| It’s no surprise. |
| I play my part
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| It’s time for fin!
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| So put your hands in the air!
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| Hey you! |
| Don’t try to do something stupid, sir
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| Hang up and give me that phone immediately, sir
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| What the fuck were you trying to do, sir?
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| Did you want to get us in trouble? |
| Hah?
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| I’m asking you a fucking question!
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| Answer!
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| If we don’t do this faster I’m gonna blow this motherfucker’s brains out
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| I mean it
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| Hurry up! |
| Hurry up!
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| Put the money in the bag!
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| Hurry up! |
| Hurry up!
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| Put the money in the bag!
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| Hurry up! |
| Hurry up!
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| Put the money in the bag!
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| Hurry up! |
| Hurry up!
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| Put the money in the bag!
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| — Now I got the gun, that ain’t so fun
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| So freeze your ass and drop your gun!
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| — Now you got the gun, so let the girl
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| You don’t wanna hurt us, we’ll get outta here
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| — Shut up bitch! |
| Bring the money over here!
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| You won’t go anywhere until I say so! |
| Am I clear?
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| Are you ready?
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| 1, 2, 3, Run! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Robbery , by - Descartes A Kant. Song from the album Il Visore Lunatique, in the genre Панк