CLYDE:
I can't take no more of this
This nightmare has to end
In this godforsaken place
Death would be a welcome friend

I could pay a crooked guard
To kill me, yeah, that's it
Better that than sixteen years
Dyin' slowly bit by bit

All I did was rob a few stores
Justice here don't fit the crime
I've been broken by the devil
Justice is a waste of time

I won't get to heaven
Why not raise a little hell

GUARD (spoken):
Hey Clyde! Your other girlfriend's hеre

BONNIE (spoken):
Oh my God! What happenеd to your face? Somebody help him!

CLYDE (spoken):
The gas station. There's a gun hidden under the porch
GUARD (spoken):
What seems to be the problem?

BONNIE (spoken):
Look at him!

GUARD (spoken):
Visitin' time's over. I'll be back to get you later, Ed Crowder wants to see you again

CLYDE:
He'll see me, but it's the last time
That filthy scum has got to go
By tonight, it will be over
When I strike the fatal blow

No way out, I gotta do this
Him or me, okay, let's play
Never killed, but now I have to
Time to make Ed Crowder pay

I won't get to heaven
Why not raise a little hell

No way I'll see heaven
So let's raise a little hell
CUMIE BARROW (spoken):
Here's some things for Clyde. There's a pair of shoes and a bible

BONNIE (spoken):
Thanks

CUMIE BARROW (spoken):
I don't know what he'd do without ya. You are the one ray of sunshine in his whole life