I've got your face
Tattooed on the back of my lids
You know your place
Is the top of the list of my pains
I've got you Sussed
True colours making bolts now for the bust
I know you will... wanna wear me down
It's a bit like you've got no-one
Clipping in your magazine
Let's hope it doesn't end like Bonnie & Clyde
Mouth shut, pit stop
Freshen up, now you know you can knock
Sit tight, breath slow
Wouldn't say they never told me so
Bullroar, out loud
Can't remember one time that you made me proud
Schizo, section
Let's see if you don't end up yourself
Feels like you've got no-one
Billy's watching over you
Same mistakes again and again
It's a bit like you've got no-one
Clipping in your magazine
Let's hope it doesn't end like Bonnie & Clyde
Looking through the pages now
I can't help but notice
Laying in to everyone
What's the point of your ballistics
Now you've got the rest of your life
Living next to you!
Let's hope it doesn't end like Bonnie & Clyde
I've got your face
Tattooed on the back of my lids
You know your place
Is the top of the list of my pains
I've got you Sussed
True colours making bolts now for the bust
I know you will... wanna wear me down
Feels like you've got no-one
Billy's watching over you
Same mistakes again and again
It's a bit like you've got no-one
Clipping in your magazine
Let's hope it doesn't end like Bonnie & Clyde
Let's see if it doesn't end like Bonnie & Clyde