I think I'll rob a train And move to South America Wander off in the rain Come out smiling, and dry Legend, fortune, and fame I will be stuff of headlines Another household name To be disgarded with time
If theirs one thing I've learned, from this life of crime When it's all over, split up the money and go your own way And if you get caught, don’t say nothing, just stay in line Till your chance comes and you can make your next, getaway
I must admit, It's strange These visions of empty ballrooms And the sound of a sad refrain Like a smoke ring, floating by But the Omen already came, In the form of a pear tree That grows out of a cave Into a crystal, waterfall
If theirs one thing I've learned, from this life of crime When it's all over, split up the money and go your own way If you get caught, don't say nothing, just stay in line Till your chance comes, you can make next, getaway
As a child, I dreamed I was geronimo And all the gifts I received Were from my enemies, and my friends alike
Compositor: Christopher Mark Robinson ECAD: Obra #18009037