Bonnie and Clyde

The rules were always meant to be broken
He had always done just that with the law
Never did he care, that was bespoken
I always loved that he had that one flaw
Dangerous, it definitely was
Stealing from banks and being on the run
The only real problem was with the fuzz
So we had greeted them with a new gun
That was one of the things he had stolen
That along with all of the bank's money
But his head had gotten much too swollen
For his body had then become runny
The bullets made him bleed and made me dread
That's okay because I'm already dead

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