Those Poor Bastards
Crime Doesn’t Pay?
My buddies decided that we'd rob a bank
To get up courage, we drank and we drank
Buckets of whiskey, bottles of wine
'Till we were wild and out of our minds
We went to my brother's to borrow a gun
He smashed my face and away we did run
Off to my uncle's to get us some bread
Somehow or other he ended up dead
Oh they always say that crime doesn't pay
But it does if you can just get away
Old Doctor Sampson gave us his car
After we splat all his brains on the wall
I started driving and I drovе off the road
Into the stream whеre the water was cold
Snaggletooth fell out any drown
We planted them deep, deep, deep in the ground
We found us a power: the music was sad
Such gorey fanboys never heard
Oh they always say that crime doesn't pay
But it does if you can just get away
Finally at midnight we got to the bank
Hanged her over and Lord always stank
We busted the glass and we walked through the door
Bit on the guard till he fell on the floor
Give us some money, you crooked eye-bill
Don't say that you won't, 'cause I know that you will
Got some explosives and blew up the safe
Took us some millions then burned down that place
Oh they always say that crime doesn't pay
But it does if you can just get away
Oh they always say that crime doesn't pay
But it does if you can just get away-way