The Drones - The Cockeyed Lowlife of the Highlands lyrics

I said Marjorie She made a fool outta me She drove the getaway car to the highlands And she would not even let me out Says We are good to trot and these wheels are hot Just roll 'em off a mountain high And were off scot free Get your hands where I can see 'em Get down on that floor Get the dollar bills in the bag And Honey ba*tard working the safe door Marjorie did tell ya that I love you babe But it seems that your shaking so bad Pigs are gonna track us with a Richter scale She says im scared out of my mind The inbreds here are gonna tan our hides I ain't no bonnie and you ain't no clyde So come in on the backseat and talk to me I need a fix looks like you need three I got my hypo out and pulled my belt buckle tight There was a flash and a burn And when my ears returned I stared up into the light and died.*silence* Marjorie my babe ain't we having fun I get some sleep in the backseat there You take the wheel and the big old gun. *bang* Marjorie I telly that I love ya babe You didn't have to pull that trigger and put me in my early grave