Bullets & Lovers
by WreckdoM

I'll work the crowd and you crack the safe
Using foreign accents, and masks on our face
When we make the getaway, you take the wheel
And with both guns blazing them piggies'll squeal

We'll be Killers, and Lovers
There'll be Bullets, and Orgasms
We'll be Thieving, and Screaming
Making love on a bed of money

We'll see our picture on every newspaper
Robert Blake's America's Most Wanted
Shaking down banks and holding up trains
Blowing shit up and going insane

We'll be Crazy, Rip-Roarin'
Everywhere we go we're scorin'
Scorch a Path, Straight to Hell,
And leave no living soul to tell

You're a stewardess and I'm the pilot
Playing dress up hijacking a jet
Touchdown in Cuba, then to Bermuda
I'll grow a mustache, you get a haircut

We'll get Married, Clandestine
Banditos Amore Neverendin'
Livin' Paradise, On the Lam
And we'll never look back again