Be Gay Do Crime

Get the call around 10 o' clock at night
She's crying hard, says she got into a fight
Her dad, he knows the truth now and he doesn't think it's right
And saying she won't ever see me, 'till the day he fuckin' dies
So I'll make the drive over, park about a block away
I can make damn sure that he never sees my face
Say you wanna run away, babe that's all you had to say
Let's grab some cash and get your ass into the car
Let's hit the gas, say fuck 'em all

If we get caught I'm looking at 5 years
But it's worth it, to wipe away your tears
And to see your pretty smile
Mile, after mile, after mile
We can hit the road tonight and never look back again
We can make it, you and I 'till the end
Who cares if they think that it's wrong
Love, we don't have to take it
You could be my little runaway
You could be my little runaway

Driving down the highway, going 90 in a 65
In a half an hour we'll be crossing state lines and we're
Running out of caffeine, nicotine, and time
And now both of us are feeling like committing a crime
So we'll stop in to the nearest chain and take all that we need
Fill the tank and grab the cash, then hit the road and pick up speed
Get the hell out of the state, and then keep running 'till we're free
Will the story ever end? I guess we'll have to wait and see

If we get caught we're looking at 20 years
But it's worth it, to wipe away your tears
And to see your pretty smile
Mile, after mile, after mile
We can hit the road tonight and never look back again
We can make it, you and I 'till the end
Who cares if they think that it's wrong
Love, we don't have to take it
You, you're my little runaway
You, you're my little runaway

Driving through Virginia and the gas is running low
And now she wants to find a place where we can be alone
Riding down the road, she's in the back and getting stoned
Then up ahead they put a block, our fuckin' tires are blown
Tires start to flatten, thank the long arm of the law
And now the Sergeant's screaming at me, got me face down in the tar
'Till he sees his little angel in the backseat of my car
Wearing nothing but a smile, screaming, "ACAB, kill 'em all"
So I'll turn myself around and give the officer my best
Before I bust his fuckin' nose and bash the side of his head
Slip the cuffs and gasp for air, getting ready for what's next
I'll give this bootlicker a gift, a fuckin' boot right to the chest

And now we're looking at 50 years
But it's worth it, to wipe away your tears
And to see your pretty smile
Mile, after mile, after mile
We can hit the road tonight and never look back again
We can make it, you and I 'till the end
Who cares if they think that it's wrong
Love, we don't have to take it
You, you're my little runaway
You, you're my little runaway
You, you're my little runaway
You, you're my little runaway