Låttexter: Rustic Overtones. The Heist.

I walked in the bank,
The black leather bag tucked tight beneath my arm
When I pulled the .45,
I looked into the banker's eyes
"Don't you dare pull that alarm!"
I screamed, "Hit the floor!"
A woman screamed, "Please help me, Lord!"
And I thought about you, dear.
If you knew I lost my job
And gambled what we'd saved and lost,
Would you understand all of my fears?

For once in my life can I do this one thing right?

Felt the pressure tight,
A weakened man, a weekend heist
A Saturday I'd not forget.
Uncle Sam, this money jam you put me in
Took a human life to pay the debt.
I didn't hear the guards outside,
I heard a scream, I turned, surprised
Felt the smoking pistol in my grip.
The gun went off in the soft yellow tie
That hung beside the banker's heart
Inside the banker's chest.
Lived such a short life
I hope he'll be alright.

For once in my life, I feel so damn alive!