Outlaws In Love

Part I.

Outlaws in Love

Stumble down the alley screaming like a siren

How is anyone to know?

Grab your guns, load up and run

Let’s give these people a show

Stab the heart; grab the key to the city

Speak in tongues like a drunken sage

Let’s drive around, let’s get fucked up

As we burn every other page

We are just outlaws in love, the ones you never knew

Outlaws in love, we’re not afraid of you

Heroes of the weak, the ones you’ve written off

Villains of the bleak, you wanna sit and talk

We will bring you down, we’re gonna take this town

Outlaws to the end, it’s always been enough for us

On the outskirts of the city of Desperation

Ella and Jake rule the suburbs of the Dead

The reluctant king and queen of desolation

Would rather put a bullet through the back of their fuckin’ head

Part II.

City of Desperation

Passionately reciprocated love and disillusion

I’d rather drill a hole through my head than buy in to your delusion

We gotta tear this place apart to make way for our new kingdom

You and me together we shall rise now to destroy them

A war of attrition in the hearts and minds of the ones with no resolution

This contention from the outskirts brings the end of your bullshit union

I stand accused for the sins of my father

I’ll do it myself like I always do so don’t even fucking bother

Part III.

King and Queen

In the city of Desperation where nobody knows our name

We stare at these lonely people

Everybody is to blame

We stand over everything we hate

But this town will soon be ours

I took a bullet for my lover and will proudly wear the scars

I dug the bullet out myself

And put it on a chain

Hung it around my neck

And I now control the rain

The heart of this town is in the palm of my hand

And I don’t wanna hear you say my name again

Say my name again

Part IV.

The Heist and the Hostage

Kick the door in

Shoot the cameras

Lay flat on the fucking ground

I have duct tape and zip ties for the next person who makes a sound

Load up the money; you can close your eyes honey

Just do as I say and stand

You’re doin’ real good but if you reach for that button

You’re gonna lose that fuckin’ hand

We found our lucky winner of the 12 gauge lottery

And it’s almost that time but you’re gonna be fine

Just don’t fucking move

Part V.

Suburbs of the Dead

A semi-automatic lullaby to ease our troubled thoughts

Our empire in the golden age of empty parking lots

Blood and broken promises line the streets where we now roam

Pour the gas and light the match

We’ll send these motherfuckers home

Throw a Molotov cocktail party for the Rich Ones

Fire in their eyes as they watch their houses burn

Kneel before the court of the broke and lost sons

It’s time for the Dead to rise and take their turn

Board up the doors and windows

And hide yourselves from this town

You can pray all you want but your god is dead

Ella and Jake are the ones who shot him down

Part VI.

Outlaw Reprise

Man made mass confusion rules the mindless

Unmarked graves reserved for the spineless

We all stood up and overthrew the crown of blood and broken glass

Paranoia bleeds from the shameless

No life worth living left for the faceless

Tear us down and leave us to die

We have already won

We are just outlaws in love, the ones you never knew

Outlaws in love, we’re not afraid of you

Heroes of the weak, the ones you’ve written off

Villains of the bleak, you wanna sit and talk

We will bring you down, we’re gonna take this town

Outlaws to the end, it’s always been enough for us