South County Messenger Service Get Even lyrics

Me, my girl
and my girl's gun.
We rob banks
live out lives on the run.
Pushing too hard
on the land of the free
Get back at them
for messing with me.

Chorus:
This is a hold up
Let's get those hands in the air
This is a stick up
We need no heroes here

Me, my girl
her idea of fun.
We eat a lot of dust
in the Texas sun.
We ain't Robin Hood
or Maid Marianne.
Bullets cost money

grab as much as you can.

Mean John Law
bares a hell of grudge.
Kill some of them
so they kill one of us.
He ain't nothin'
but a cowardly rat.
Thinks he's brave
for the lead in our back.

Me, my girl
and the way we were done.
We robbed banks
lived life on the run.
Plans of mice and men
all riddled with holes.
Wanna live this life?
You don't get very old.