Outlaws In Love
Part I.
Outlaws in Love
Stumble down the alley screaming like a siren
How is anyone to know?
Grab your guns, load up and run
Let’s give these people a show
Stab the heart; grab the key to the city
Speak in tongues like a drunken sage
Let’s drive around, let’s get fucked up
As we burn every other page
We are just outlaws in love, the ones you never knew
Outlaws in love, we’re not afraid of you
Heroes of the weak, the ones you’ve written off
Villains of the bleak, you wanna sit and talk
We will bring you down, we’re gonna take this town
Outlaws to the end, it’s always been enough for us
On the outskirts of the city of Desperation
Ella and Jake rule the suburbs of the Dead
The reluctant king and queen of desolation
Would rather put a bullet through the back of their fuckin’ head
Part II.
City of Desperation
Passionately reciprocated love and disillusion
I’d rather drill a hole through my head than buy in to your delusion
We gotta tear this place apart to make way for our new kingdom
You and me together we shall rise now to destroy them
A war of attrition in the hearts and minds of the ones with no resolution
This contention from the outskirts brings the end of your bullshit union
I stand accused for the sins of my father
I’ll do it myself like I always do so don’t even fucking bother
Part III.
King and Queen
In the city of Desperation where nobody knows our name
We stare at these lonely people
Everybody is to blame
We stand over everything we hate
But this town will soon be ours
I took a bullet for my lover and will proudly wear the scars
I dug the bullet out myself
And put it on a chain
Hung it around my neck
And I now control the rain
The heart of this town is in the palm of my hand
And I don’t wanna hear you say my name again
Say my name again
Part IV.
The Heist and the Hostage
Kick the door in
Shoot the cameras
Lay flat on the fucking ground
I have duct tape and zip ties for the next person who makes a sound
Load up the money; you can close your eyes honey
Just do as I say and stand
You’re doin’ real good but if you reach for that button
You’re gonna lose that fuckin’ hand
We found our lucky winner of the 12 gauge lottery
And it’s almost that time but you’re gonna be fine
Just don’t fucking move
Part V.
Suburbs of the Dead
A semi-automatic lullaby to ease our troubled thoughts
Our empire in the golden age of empty parking lots
Blood and broken promises line the streets where we now roam
Pour the gas and light the match
We’ll send these motherfuckers home
Throw a Molotov cocktail party for the Rich Ones
Fire in their eyes as they watch their houses burn
Kneel before the court of the broke and lost sons
It’s time for the Dead to rise and take their turn
Board up the doors and windows
And hide yourselves from this town
You can pray all you want but your god is dead
Ella and Jake are the ones who shot him down
Part VI.
Outlaw Reprise
Man made mass confusion rules the mindless
Unmarked graves reserved for the spineless
We all stood up and overthrew the crown of blood and broken glass
Paranoia bleeds from the shameless
No life worth living left for the faceless
Tear us down and leave us to die
We have already won
We are just outlaws in love, the ones you never knew
Outlaws in love, we’re not afraid of you
Heroes of the weak, the ones you’ve written off
Villains of the bleak, you wanna sit and talk
We will bring you down, we’re gonna take this town
Outlaws to the end, it’s always been enough for us