They're waving off our pulse
We gotta shoot em 'fore the sun heats up the south
My finger in my mouth
I'll start the engine
We won't ever make it

Oh, I've got to give one last farewell
I'll take him up to my hotel
This rendezvous won't take too long
I'll make him whole
I'll make him strong

Well can you see my hell?
I didn't think that all his mercy'd keep too well
I don't kiss and tell
I've done the city cuz the cops been on my trail

I've got to give one last farewell
I'll take him up to my hotel
I'll shoot him up
I'll let him down
And when I'm done
You'll see yourself

I got the funds
I got the money
I got the money
We won't ever drive
Oh well, I got the funds
I got the money
I got the money
We won't ever drive, oh
I'm not shaking for an Oklahoma City boy
No, said I'm not shaking for an Oklahoma City boy
No, I'm not shaking for an Oklahoma City boy
No, said I'm not shaking for an Oklahoma City boy

And I'm so tired
I'm so tired
And I'm so tired
Put your finger in my cut

We're so broken
We're so broken
Oh! We're so broken
Put your finger in my cut

Well don't you wanna come out?
Well don't you wanna make the pain medicine?
Make it well
We're in the business so
Well it's a pity when you never shared the wealth