Don't be bitchin' honey
'Cause you're holding all the money
And now we're outlaws, running scared
And I don't think it's funny
Keep your foot on the gas now baby
Don't you let 'em in
'Cause we're just thieves and I don't need to be back on that chain again

Don't you be complaining
'Cause you're gonna do my brain in
We just trying to cop a feel
And I think the cops are gaining
Get that petal to the metal baby
Don't you let 'em win
'Cause we're just thieves, and I don't need to be back on that chain again

Don't shoot me down, I ain't no violent man
Don't put a forty-five in my hand, I ain't gonna do no time
I know I've been a fool
But please don't send me down
I don't want to spend my life locked up without no women around

Now we're back on the street
In love with every whore I meet
'Cause money walks and money talks
And I can hardly keep my feet
Keep lookin' over your shoulder baby
In case they zero in
'Cause we're just thieves and I don't need to be back on that chain again

Police, don't shoot me down
I don't want to die in the dust
I can't make the scene where I die like a dog with the crowd looking on in disgust
We're just kids with guns
American as apple pie
So don't you put that hurt on me, I ain't gonna do no time
We were just running scared
Everybody but us knew the game
We never had no reason to kill but those people are dead just the same

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Ian Kilmister, Micael Delaoglou, Philip Campbell