October, First Account

I won't bring anything for three
With a dusty smile and a loaded gun
You ask me again, what's in it for me?
Robbin' banks until we come undone

Painted red, our hands away
I've never seen this place before
Sailing through, we're on our way
Through and through each bolted door

Driving us down, bullets chase
And we run any day we'll skip town
They won't ever hear us come
Driving us down bullets chase
And we run any day we'll skip town
They won't ever hear us come

Won't you help me out?
Oh, won't you please help me figure it all out?
We've cut ourselves open a hundred times
We've cut ourselves open a hundred times
But we're not out of ammo yet
But we're not out of ammo yet

Oh now no, won't you help me out? Won't you please help me figure it all out?
We've cut ourselves open a hundred times
We've cut ourselves open a hundred times
But we're not out of ammo yet, not yet
But we're not out of ammo yet, not yet

Driving us down bullets chase
And we run any day we'll skip town
They won't ever hear us come
Driving us down bullets chase
And we run any day we'll skip town
They won't ever hear us come
Driving us down bullets chase
And we run any day we'll skip town
They won't ever hear us come
Driving us down bullets chase
And we run any day we'll skip town
They won't ever hear us come