baby, theres a gun in the glove compartment
next to the pile of bills and the conviction notice
just like we wanted
that dollhouse that barbie dreamed of

baby theres a bank with our name (carved) on it
sometimes they had it coming
just call it payback
that we're taking what is rightfully ours

baby theres a bomb in that empty apartment
guess we should find a new hideout
just like the last one
that pile of bricks will never be looked over


baby theres some heat in the coalmine
we wont go cold in this death cabin
just woods and the wilderness
that lovely thing they call getting in touch with nature

baby theres a shovel in the trunk space
we cant leave our tracks all covered in blood
just dont look into that lifeless face
that sight will haunt you to the grave

baby theres a band-aid in the cabinet
it looks worse than it hurts
just dont forget me when im gone
that wonderful guy that got you in this mess (of vowels)