In spite of the world
Like a Tarantino girl
She's holding her head low
And fighting a strain of systematic refrain
She'd hate to be like people
'Cause we never believed in karma
If we did, it's probably just as well
We're already going through hell (American, run)
Sally can't hold her eyes above
Top strap of her gun
While we shake change from everyone
American
Holding a diner for cash
It ain't fame but it'll last
We're not gonna live forever
Took a royale from some guy
The metric system won't die
Cut town like Bonnie and Clyde
'Cause we never believed in karma
If we did, it's probably just as well
We're already going through hell (American, run)
Sally can't hold her eyes above
Top strap of her gun
While we shake change from everyone
American, run
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Yeah, we got people to burn
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(We're gonna cash out)
(Bag it up)
Oh, we gotta hide now
Can't help us down
Counting bags and stacks. I'm tired
We'll burn this town to the ground
'Cause we gotta run