October, First Account Lyrics

I will bring anything for three
With a dusty smile and a loaded gun
You ask me again, "What's in it for me?"
Robbing banks until we come undone

Painted red, our hands are white
I've never seen this place before
Sailing through, we're on our way
Through and through each bolted door

Driving us down
Bullets chase and we run
Any day we'll skip town
They won't ever hear us come
Driving us down
Bullets chase and we run
Any day we'll skip town
They won't ever hear us come

Won't you help me out?
Oh won't you please help me figure it all out?
We've cut ourselves open a hundred times
We've cut ourselves open a hundred times
But we're not out of ammo yet
But we're not out of ammo yet

Oh now no
Won't you help me out?
Oh won't you please help me figure it all out?
We've cut ourselves open a hundred times
We've cut ourselves open a hundred times
But we're not out of ammo yet, not yet
But we're not out of ammo yet, not yet

(Ahh,
Ahh)

Driving us down
Bullets chase and we run
Any day we'll skip town
They won't ever hear us come
Driving us down
Bullets chase and we run
Any day we'll skip town
They won't ever hear us come
Driving us down
Bullets chase and we run
Any day we'll skip town
They won't ever hear us come
Driving us down
Bullets chase and we run
Any day we'll skip town
They won't ever hear us come