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Safety Off

Driving through the city

Counting ill gotten stacks of fifties

Ski masks on

Ready to execute before the dawn

Fears of dying poor

Got us kicking in the door

Rifles up into the house

Victim waking up with a barrel in his mouth

Yelling wake up and turn around

One false move and you're going six feet underground

Safe cracker having a hard time

We need to finish the crime

Demand the safe code

So I picture us off into the sunset we rode

But that ain't the reality

Our man doesn't understand the situation's gravity

Tells us he'll have men on the way

He doesn't think I'd made this his final day

I make one final demand

Yet on he makes his stand

I shoot him in his chest

Enjoy your final rest

We make off with the safe in the back

I'm hot thinking about all those racks

This beast we'll crack

But someone in the house heard my lone attack

Our info was wrong

He wasn't alone and that shot was a gong

Sirens wail in the distant air

Up stands my neck's hair

We got to move

Back into the plan's grove

Ready with the safety off

Tap them if they even cough

We are a unit of death

Dealing out a last breath

We're out fast I figure

But I sense a pulled trigger

Shots slam into our truck

Piercing sheet and burrowing into the ruck

Marshals and state on our back

They're on the attack

Despite our skills

We face the feds with orders to shoot to kill

Speeding down the empty road

Tailed by wailing vehicles of justice's abode

Our drive catches a shot to the neck

Off we speed into a ditch truck a wreck

This is it gents

Make sure every round is spent

The gang knows what must be done

None of us will be alive to see the next sun

But we'll make some bastards fall

We heed the valkyries call

I'll go to robber's Valhalla without fear

I'm fierce as a Viking in combat gear

Soon the bullets fly

All around my friends fall and die

Bloodshed on both sides

No time to run and hide

My rifle up aiming for chest and head

I take one to leg and fall over thinking I'm dead

I'm the last alive

The sole survivor of the gang of five

The marshals put me in cuffs

Now they think I'm not so tough

Distraught I follow them in

Surviving I feel was a sin

My court date signed and sealed

Life sentence was the deal

Gone was my days of roaming far

Now I tell my story behind bars
Written by ThePalestRider
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Author's Note
The ballad of an American bandit.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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