| Overdrawn
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| In need of cash
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| Not a job in sight
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| Let’s rob this goddamn bank, you know
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| The next thing I know
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| We had eleven people sprawled out on the black and white tiled floor
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| While the manager stuffed our flower pillow cases full of green
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| Stepping over the unarmed guard
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| And stepped into daylight
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| And into a right bad dream, now
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| Underide
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| You by my side
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| Smoking tires
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| Underide
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| Underide
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| You by my side
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| Underide
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| Never thought we’d get away with it
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| Much less get out of that bank alive
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| From here on out it was just a matter of driving
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| There weren’t limits in my confidence
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| With a tank full of gas
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| A trunk full of cash
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| And two miles to the state line
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| And a county full of roads to get lost in
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| We had it made
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| I was so glad I didn’t hear that screech
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| Because our plan was working
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| Underide
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| You by my side
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| Smoking tires
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| Underide
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| Underide
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| You by my side
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| Underide
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| I don’t know where a lot of sirens and a sudden lightning storm
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| The only thing that made any sense was this guy and his fricking face
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| This guy kept smiling at us
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| «What are you looking at? |
| Lets get the fuck out of here,» she screamed
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| I pushed the gas pedal out of the bank parking lot
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| And into the back of a Chevron Tanker
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| Oh, baby, I lost my head
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| Oh, baby, I lost my head
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| Oh, baby, I lost my head
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| Looking at you
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| Oh, baby, I lost my head
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| Oh, baby, I lost my head
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| Oh, baby, I lost my head
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| Looking at you
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| Underide
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| Flame and fire
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| Smoking tires
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| Underide
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| Underide
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| You’re out of sight
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| By my side
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| Underide |