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Lyrics: 
 Don't be bitchin' honey,
 'Cos you're holding all the money,
 And now we're outlaws, running scared,
 And I don't think it's funny,
 Keep your fool on the gas now baby,
 Don't you let 'em in,
 'Cos we just thieves and I don't need,
 To be back on that chain again.
 
 Don't you be complaining,
 'Cos you're gonna do my brain in,
 We just trying to cop a feel,
 And I think the cops are gaining,
 Got that pedal to the metal baby,
 Don't you let 'em win,
 'Cos we just thieves, and I don't need,
 To be back on that chain again.
 
 Don't shoot me down, I ain't no violent man,
 Don't put a .45 in my hand,
 I ain't gonna do no time,
 I know I,ve been a fool,
 But please don't send me down,
 I don't want to spend my life locked up,
 Without no women around.
 
 Now we're back on the street,
 In love with every whore I meet,
 'Cos money walks and money talks,
 And I can hardly keep my feet,
 Keep lookin' over your shoulder baby,
 In case they zero in,
 'Cos we just thieves and I don't need,
 To be back on that chain again.
 
 Police don't shoot me down,
 I don't want to die in the dust,
 I can't make the scene where I die like a dog with 
 the crowd looking on disgust,
 We're just kids with guns,
 American as apple pie,
 So don't you put that hurt on me,
 I ain't gonna do no time,
 We were just running scared,
 Everybody but us knew the game,
 We never had no reason to kill,
 But those people are dead just the same. 
	
	
	 
	
		
		
	
	
  
	
			
	   	 
      
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