Robbing A Bank Lyrics by Hunter Flynn
Well, I woke up late on Monday morning
Just in time to work my life away.
Another day, another dollar
At least that’s what they always say.
Well, there must be holes in both my pockets
Cause I can’t find a dime to save
The government takes half my paycheck
And that’s what I call pocket change.
Well, I can’t take a life like this no more
So I think I’ll grab my gun and hit the door
I’m robbin’ a bank, maybe a convenience store
And I’m startin’ to think, jail would be sleepin’ on the floor
At least they get three meals a day, it’s a win for me either way
Yeah, I’m robbin’ a bank
Well, the AC’s broken, the roof is leaking
Phone bills higher than my credit score
The blingles and the cats keep losing
Can’t pick myself up off the floor
No, I don’t know what else to do
Except paint my face to match these oversized shoes
I’m robbin’ a bank, maybe a convenience store
And I’m startin’ to think, jail would be sleepin’ on the floor
At least they get three meals a day, it’s a win for me either way
Yeah, I’m robbin’ a bank
It went down just like I planned it
I wonder what wood smoke is safe
Cause I made out just like a bandit
A big old house right off the plate
We’re singing this song to you
From jail cell number 192
I robbed a bank
And I’m shopping at the commissary store
And I sleep with a shank
But at least I’m not sleeping on the floor
Now I get three meals a day
No, I never plan to get away I robbed a bank you