Enter Bonnie and Clyde
stage left
or Baby Face Nelson
maybe Pretty Boy Floyd
and stolen roadsters
racing **** cops
under crisp afternoon
October skies
every one of us ready
and riddled with bullets
everyone here for victory
and Tommy guns blasting
pretty outlaws
and point blank refusal
West Texas sounds better
than you might think
and we'll maybe
make Arkansas by dawn
if we keep our nerve
drive on, cowboy
sweat is all you need
and white knuckled grit
like diamonds
adorning the air
to stay alive tonight