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Mudhoney

Compositor: Dan Peters / Mark Arm / Matt Lukin / Steve Turner

Overdrawn
In need of cash
Not a job in sight
Lets rob this goddamn bank, you know
The next thing I know
We had eleven people sprawled out on the black and white tiled floor
While the manager stuffed our flower pillow cases full of green
Stepping over the unarmed guard
And stepped into daylight
And into a right bad dream, now

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You by my side
Smoking tires
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You by my side
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Never thought wed get away with it
Much less get out of that bank alive
From here on out it was just a matter of driving
There werent limits in my confidence
With a tank full of gas
A trunk full of cash
And two miles to the state line
And a county full of roads to get lost in
We had it made
I was so glad I didnt hear that screech
Because our plan was working

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You by my side
Smoking tires
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You by my side
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I dont know where a lot of sirens and a sudden lightning storm
The only thing that made any sense was this guy and his fricking face
This guy kept smiling at us
What are you looking at?
Lets get the fuck out of here, she screamed
I pushed the gas pedal out of the bank parking lot
And into the back of a chevron tanker

Oh, baby, I lost my head
Oh, baby, I lost my head
Oh, baby, I lost my head
Looking at you
Oh, baby, I lost my head
Oh, baby, I lost my head
Oh, baby, I lost my head
Looking at you

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Flame and fire
Smoking tires
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Youre out of sight
By my side
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