Song Description

A duo of bank robbers discuss a job that didn't go so well. They plan to move to Mexico and live the high life. One of the pair eventually dies from a bullet wound.

Lyrics

things haven't really turned out
the way i planned them---then again maybe i could have
planned them better, whatever---so now we'll just have to
lay low---maybe somewhere sunny in mexico---from there
we'll live the high life forever and ever---say goodbye, say
goodbye cruel world, say hello to the high life---now we may
be bleeding but you know we're still standing---who could've
known that they would have a new manager, and cameras---
fake guns didn't do us a lot of good---we were going to be
the new robin hoods---well we didn't break the bank, but
they'll never forget us, so let us---i can see you staring far
away---are you dreaming of the coming perfect days---when
we will retire in style, yeah you know we'll get a little wild---
so don't die on me now, when we're so close to our great
escape---things haven't really turned out the way i planned
them---then again maybe i could have planned them better,
whatever--- so now you'll just have to lay low---in this
unmarked grave in mexico---and i'll hear your last words
repeat forever and ever