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So I walked into the bank and I gave the teller a note I said, "Fill this bag up with cash or I'm gonna slit your throat" I thought for sure my plan would fail and I would end up in jail But much to my surprise she complied with a smile So I stepped up to the sunny city street and I realized That my getaway driver got away without me So I'd have to walk home, all alone on my own, With this big gym bag full of money that I stole And the streets were filled with cops and thugs So I couldn't let on how happy I was I couldn't let 'em know what I had done I had to walk real slow even though I wanted to run SongtexteI wanted to run See, at the time I was running low on hope I was at the end of the end of the end of my rope And I was down on my luck, so I couldn't give a fuck, Something made me think I should try to rob a bank And maybe that my face would finally be in the paper The reporter would mention that I was a singer And the people would want to hear my troubled songs They'd send me letters in jail tellin' me how they liked them And I wouldn't worry about bein' set free It'd be enough knowin' that people listened to me sing And on the day I was eventually released There'd be so many people waitin' out there to meet me To meet me Well that was autumn and I walked through the winter Now it's spring, no, it's nearly summer And my feet are tired and my hands are so cold But I'm almost home, just a few blocks to go But what awaits me there? I do not know Will there be FBI guys waiting at my door? Or will the coast be clear? When I finally make it there After all of this walkin' I don't know if I care But it would be so nice to open up the door and to step inside To throw this bag down on the floor And not have to worry about it anymore And I would feed the cat and I would check the mail Call up all of my friends and tell'em that I'm not in jail Tell 'em sometimes it's worth all the chances you take And start thinkin' about all the smoothies that I'm gonna make That I'm gonna make Aus Songtexte Mania