waving off our bownwe gotta shoot 'em 'fore the sun heats up the southnmy finger in my mouthndon't start the enginenwe won't ever make itnnoh, i've got to give one last farewellni'll take him up to my hotelnThis rendevous won't take too longni'll make him wholeni'll make him strongnnwell can you see my hellni didn't think that all his mercy'd keep too wellni don't kiss and tellni've done the city 'cause the cops been on my trailnni've got to give one last farewellni'll take him up to my hotelni'll shoot him upni'll let him downnand when i'm donenyou'll see yourselfnni got the fundsni got the moneyni got the moneynwe won't ever drive oh wellni got the fundsni got the moneyni got the moneynwe won't ever drive, ohnni'm not shaking for an Oklahoma City boynno, said i'm not shaking for an Oklahoma City boynno, i'm not shaking for an Oklahoma City boynno, said i'm not shaking for an Oklahoma City boynnand i'm so tiredni'm so tirednand i'm so tirednput your finger in my cupnnwe're so brokennwe're so brokennoh! we're so brokennput your finger in my cupnnwell don't you wanna come out?nwell don't you wanna make the payments and make it wellnwe're in the business sonwell its a pity when you never shared the wealthnn