Testo Bonnie

Oh, Visa, Mastercard
Ski mask and a sawn-off T-shirt
Cruising in your car
Little foggy in the rear view mirror
Leather jackets, leather gloves
As we ride through what's left of a lie called love
Well, who's gonna talk?
And you say
"Bonnie
Oh, this is not a game to me
They're gonna lock us up and never let us go"

Incinerator
It's only natural
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Incinerator
It's only coming on
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, Rolex, car alarm
Goes off if you get much closer
We will lose it all If we can't get these windows open
Helicopter up above
As we run from what's left of a lie called love
Well, who's gonna talk?
Still

Keep your sunnies on indoors
Cruise through all the flashing blue
Cockroaches in the afterglow
Windows shaking high above
As we ride through what's left of a lie called love
Well, who's gonna talk?

And you say
"Bonnie
Oh, this is not a game to me
They're gonna lock us up and never let us go"

Incinerator
It's only natural
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Incinerator
It's only coming on
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah