| I’m a stoned lone flunky that didn’t kiss your
|
| Ask me questions, I didn’t pass your test
|
| I’m the poster boy for delinquent debauchery
|
| I’m incognito, got my Al Capone sunglasses
|
| The Babylon night crawler
|
| With a prima donna on my wing
|
| Gonna make some noise before I die
|
| And shoot the bullet I loaded
|
| Can’t catch me if you tried, anyway
|
| I’m gonna live with no remorse or sorrow
|
| The devil made me do it and I’d do it again
|
| Don’t care if I slip into a grave tomorrow
|
| Cause when I go out I’m going out with a bang
|
| Freeze this is a stick up in your
|
| Ask and thy shall receive a sentence
|
| Life in confinement ain’t a life for me
|
| I ditched the police man
|
| Still got my Smith & Wesson cuffs
|
| That links me to the money
|
| My head bone is connected to her lip bone
|
| Dig it, I ain’t your wallflower
|
| Ain’t your puppet, ain’t no saint
|
| Call me old fashion
|
| But I’ll do ya on the first date
|
| The devil made me do it and I’d do it again
|
| I’m gonna go out with a bang
|
| The devil made me do it and I’d do it again
|
| I’m gonna go out with a bang |