October, First Account

I will bring anything for free With a dusty smile and a loaded gun You ask me again, what's in it for me? Robbing 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? 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, 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