Crashed out in March
Reckon I'll die here
Got way too drunk
Reckon I'll lie here
It sounds like the waves
Pushing us farther 'till the end of our days
We've smoked up enough
We should rob a bank baby
I've got the gun
You never did run
But you always found me
My hearts a loaded gun
F*ck it just drown me
They'll lock you up again
They'll probably hang me
Why should I figure
My hands on the trigger babe
It sounds like the waves
Pushing us farther 'till the end of our days
We've smoked up enough
We should rob a bank baby
I've got the gun
It sounds like the waves
Pushing us farther 'till the end of our days
We've smoked up enough
You've got the gun baby
I've had enough
I've had enough