Well just out of prison streets seem so cold and blue Don’t know what to do Family don’t want me and I’m feeling blue
Well walk into a bank and put a gun to the cashier’s head The cashier presses an alarm now the cashier is dead I fill her full of lead
Well have-a-go hero thinks he knows what to do He tries to rush me now he’s dead too Well I ain’t got any money I feel blue
A policeman walks in and he’s got a gun I beat him to the trigger his life is gone I make for the exit but in comes another one
Bang bang bang go our guns I hit in the head his blood starts to run I make for the midday sun
Police are waiting for me my life flashes by I know I’m gonna die If you got a conscience for me you can cry
Bank robber blue Bank robber blue Bank robber blue Bank robber blue Bank robber blue If you got a conscience Bank robber blueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
