Last night I dreamed we robbed a bank
you led the front while I held the flank
we busted out with a million bucks
popped some caps in a few unlucky punks
the getaway was ripe with skill
though i freaked out, you told me to chill
you took the corners like gas takes fire
oh did i mention you were the driver?
the choppers followed over head
i'd shout at them from books i've read
"This is the best of times, this is the worst of times!!!"
but cops dont here insults in rhymes
we hid away in a big old house
and stayed as quite as a mouse
but something made our plan a mess
we'd been sold out by friends i guess
I fought from windows, hiding in cover
"you'll not take me, and not my lover!"
"this is it, the be all and end all,
you'll not take us before we reach Montreal!"
and when we were near caught a new plan arrived
"Fuck this" said Lauren " time for Murder-Suicide!"
as she pointed the gun I said, "I'm sorry I failed ya'...."
she said "Fuck it, I knew I should have never left Australia"
the end???
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHDYfoRYcqQ
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