Overdrawn In need of cash Not a job in sight Let's rob this goddamn bank, you know The next thing I know We had eleven people sprawled out on the black and white tiled floor While the manager stuffed our flower pillow cases full of green Stepping over the unarmed guard And stepped into daylight And into a right bad dream, now
Underide You by my side Smoking tires Underide Underide You by my side Underide
Never thought we'd get away with it Much less get out of that bank alive From here on out it was just a matter of driving There weren't limits in my confidence With a tank full of gas A trunk full of cash And two miles to the state line And a county full of roads to get lost in We had it made I was so glad I didn't hear that screech Because our plan was working
Underide You by my side Smoking tires Underide Underide You by my side Underide
I don't know where a lot of sirens and a sudden lightning storm The only thing that made any sense was this guy and his fricking face This guy kept smiling at us "What are you looking at? Lets get the fuck out of here," she screamed I pushed the gas pedal out of the bank parking lot And into the back of a Chevron Tanker
Oh, baby, I lost my head Oh, baby, I lost my head Oh, baby, I lost my head Looking at you Oh, baby, I lost my head Oh, baby, I lost my head Oh, baby, I lost my head Looking at you
Underide Flame and fire Smoking tires Underide Underide You're out of sight By my side Underide
Compositores: Daniel Joe Peters (Mudhoney) (ASCAP), Mark T Mclaughlin (Arm Mark) (ASCAP), Matthew D Lukin (Mudhoney) (ASCAP), Steven Neil Turner (Stove Burner) (ASCAP)Editor: Subterranean Pop Music (ASCAP)Administração: Songtrust Ave (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #19017136 em 13/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM