| Don’t be bitchin' honey
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| 'Cos you’re holding all the money
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| And now we’re outlaws, running scared
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| And I don’t think it’s funny
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| Keep your fool on the gas now baby
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| Don’t you let 'em in
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| 'Cos we just thieves and I don’t need
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| To be back on that chain again
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| Don’t you be complaining
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| 'Cos you’re gonna do my brain in
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| We just trying to cop a feel
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| And I think the cops are gaining
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| Got that pedal to the metal baby
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| Don’t you let 'em win
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| 'Cos we just thieves, and I don’t need
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| To be back on that chain again
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| Don’t shoot me down, I ain’t no violent man
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| Don’t put a .45 in my hand
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| I ain’t gonna do no time
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| I know I, ve been a fool
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| But please don’t send me down
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| I don’t want to spend my life locked up
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| Without no women around
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| Now we’re back on the street
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| In love with every whore I meet
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| 'Cos money walks and money talks
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| And I can hardly keep my feet
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| Keep lookin' over your shoulder baby
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| In case they zero in
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| 'Cos we just thieves and I don’t need
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| To be back on that chain again
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| Police don’t shoot me down
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| I don’t want to die in the dust
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| I can’t make the scene where I die like a dog with
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| The crowd looking on disgust
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| We’re just kids with guns
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| American as apple pie
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| So don’t you put that hurt on me
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| I ain’t gonna do no time
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| We were just running scared
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| Everybody but us knew the game
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| We never had no reason to kill
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| But those people are dead just the same |