let's run away together
living in the road and on the riot.
It's too late for me anyway,
I'll be the plane, you be the pilot.

Let's crash into all the fucking buildings you want,
write 'em all off as inside jobs
keep our blood hot as white, smart savants
turned streetwise by irons of the same color.

Blackwater?
I was raised in a similar institution.
Brackish, bred for war doctrine
rebellion, the same words in convolution

let's get married, and I'll even call you baby
get hitched in vegas, I'll be .38 elvis
you can be anyone, except the word 'maybe.' 
and we'll have sex on the divorce court bench.

agreed, it would be the best for the kids we sold
gave away to a crippled welfare state
to grow on up without us, on the run
live and learn in catholic schools, like fate.

oh how they'd laugh when we'd teach them
that they were truly ours all along,
should they ever seek us out to end
our reign of terror with an honor-killing
steal our bloody, bloody mantles,
and prey on god's doorstep
just like dear old mum and dad.