Balaclava on my boyfriend's head, like he said We've got to get away from living like the way we've been bred Won't know what's hit them like a bat on the back of the head We can do, we can do We can do what we want
We're like Bonnie and Clyde, but without any pride We're gonna make out in the shoot-out on the day that we die We put our names up in lights, we put our lives on the line We can do, we can do We can do what we want
Got a limit I can live it if you give me a minute If you give me some money I can tell you who did it Got an ex in the clink who was getting acquitted We can do, we can do We can do what we want
When the officer knocked on my door he was pretty Did whatever I wanted, whenever I needed The Sypd broke down every single door in the city We can do, we can do We can do what we want
And no-one tells us we are wrong No-one tells us when to stop No-one takes account and no one steps in Or has the guts to call us up
And with nowhere left to go And with nothing left to do I had something to say and then I screwed it up And all my lungs can offer up is Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
We can do what we want
Compositores: Eoin George Loveless, Rory Francis Loveless ECAD: Obra #15419481