This, the tale of reckless love, living a life of crime on the run, I brush to a gun to paint these states green and red. Everybody freeze! Nobody move, put the money in the bag or we will shoot, empty out the vault and me and my doll will be on our way, Our paper faces flood the streets. And if the heat comes close enough to burn then we'll play with fire, 'cause...

You'll never takes us alive. We swore that death will do us part. They'll call our crimes a work of art. You'll never takes us alive
We'll live like spoiled royalty, lovers and partners. Partners in Crime. <3