Seymour Butts
Seymour Butts
Dallass (FRA)
Potomoes
Potomoes
Potomoes
Seymour Butts
Seymour Butts
Seymour Butts
Seymour Butts
Seymour Butts
Seymour Butts
Seymour Butts
Seymour Butts
Seymour Butts
Seymour Butts
Seymour Butts
Seymour Butts
Seymour Butts
Seymour Butts
Seymour Butts
Seymour Butts
Seymour Butts
Seymour Butts
[Verse 1]
I'm smoking a cigarette beside the reservoir
Trying to process what we've just done
Do you feel a thrill when your knife punctures the skin
I'm in the morgue, and I'm beside our repertoire
I'm sick of a world that's all work and no fun
How does my gun feel in the palm of your hand?
How do I know that you'll be by my side?
If I'm in a bank heist or I'm thrown a curveball
How do I know that you'll be at my side?
How would you fancy being my gun moll?
[Chorus]
Bonnie and Clyde will ride into the sunset forevermore
Bonnie and Clyde will ride into the sunset forevermore
[Verse 2]
You're so beautiful and bonny, Mrs. Parker
But how do I know that you won't slow me down?
You're asking me questions that I cannot answer
But how do I know that I won't slowly drown
Excuse me for not yearning to be fancy
Are you the Bonnie to my Clyde, or am I the Sid to your Nancy?
I should've known you wouldn't bring me down
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
As the sun sets down upon the hill
Your hand is clenched in my hand still
"We'll make it out of here alive," is what I tell myself
This is the place that we stabbed and then frenched
As gunshots go out, your hand comes unclenched
"We'll make it out of here alive," I silently lie to myself
[Chorus repeated and fades out]