The Gang

It's a hell of a thrill
I could say before today that blood has never been spilled
But my team are very skilled
I had myself an empire that I was trying to build

So why
Would you think that I would ever give this up
And why
Would we give up the only thing we got
And it's the only thing we got

We go in the front, round the back
Guns are out and hands are up
And nobody is walking out the door
We've practiced this a thousand times or
Blow the safe
Fill our bags
Bleach the floor and cover our tracks
Out the door in two minutes, never more
We've practiced this a thousand times or more

It's a working mans job
It's two years of preperation for every bank we rob
But boy does it pay off
I could say before today that we had never fucked things up
So why
Would you think that I would ever give this up
And why
Would we give up the only thing we got
And it's the only thing we got

(We've practiced this a thousand times or more)
We go in the front round the back
Guns are out and hands are up
And nobody is walking out the door
We've practiced this a thousand times or more
Blow the safe
Fill our bags
Bleach the floor and cover our tracks
Out the door two minutes, never more
We've practiced this a thousand times or more
Out the bank just seconds late
The big mistake that sealed our fate
The police cars met us half way down the road

Time to run like we've never run before
Through the city, as sirens squeal
Into country and open fields
The hellas coptered numbered too many to count
Keep on driving never looking back

Over spikes, rims scrape the floor
We flip the car and roll some more
Land on our side as blood spills out the door
We've practised this a thousand times or more

Ben and Pete met instant death
Too much trauma to Gary's head
The rest of us looking forward to four walls
We've practiced this a thousand times or more