1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
We could be Bonnie & Clyde
I know that's what you'd like
But in truth they were just cold-hearted outlaws
They lost all their money and lives
While we keep on juggling knives
Send in a rescue squad
This mountain is massive, aggressive and passive we climb
In debt to the art walls we sleepwalk we close talk we climb
The writing is on the wall
It spells out a hard fall
A storm in a teacup historical heat up – yea right
Send in a rescue squad
We're caught in cage of our carpentry
We could be Bonnie and Clyde
Yes, this century is on our side
Forever repeating, just spat on roadside
The writing is on the wall
It spells out a hard fall
They lost all their money and we keep on juggling knives
Send in a rescue squad
We're caught in a cage of our carpentry