Be Gay Do Crime

Get the call around 10 o' clock at night She's crying hard, says she got into a fight Her dad, he knows the truth now and he doesn't think it's right And saying she won't ever see me, 'till the day he fuckin' dies So I'll make the drive over, park about a block away I can make damn sure that he never sees my face Say you wanna run away, babe that's all you had to say Let's grab some cash and get your ass into the car Let's hit the gas, say f*ck 'em all If we get caught I'm looking at 5 years But it's worth it, to wipe away your tears And to see your pretty smile Mile, after mile, after mile We can hit the road tonight and never look back again We can make it, you and I 'till the end Who cares if they think that it's wrong Love, we don't have to take it You could be my little runaway You could be my little runaway Driving down the highway, going 90 in a 65 In a half an hour we'll be crossing state lines and we're Running out of caffeine, nicotine, and time And now both of us are feeling like committing a crime So we'll stop in to the nearest chain and take all that we need Fill the tank and grab the cash, then hit the road and pick up speed Get the hell out of the state, and then keep running 'till we're free Will the story ever end? I guess we'll have to wait and see If we get caught we're looking at 20 years But it's worth it, to wipe away your tears And to see your pretty smile Mile, after mile, after mile We can hit the road tonight and never look back again We can make it, you and I 'till the end Who cares if they think that it's wrong Love, we don't have to take it You, you're my little runaway You, you're my little runaway Driving through Virginia and the gas is running low And now she wants to find a place where we can be alone Riding down the road, she's in the back and getting stoned Then up ahead they put a block, our fuckin' tires are blown Tires start to flatten, thank the long arm of the law And now the Sergeant's screaming at me, got me face down in the tar 'Till he sees his little angel in the backseat of my car Wearing nothing but a smile, screaming, "ACAB, kill 'em all" So I'll turn myself around and give the officer my best Before I bust his fuckin' nose and bash the side of his head Slip the cuffs and gasp for air, getting ready for what's next I'll give this bootlicker a gift, a fuckin' boot right to the chest And now we're looking at 50 years But it's worth it, to wipe away your tears And to see your pretty smile Mile, after mile, after mile We can hit the road tonight and never look back again We can make it, you and I 'till the end Who cares if they think that it's wrong Love, we don't have to take it You, you're my little runaway You, you're my little runaway You, you're my little runaway You, you're my little runaway