Story Song

I know that I'm a bitch
Sorry I sold your shit
but you know I did it
out of love

It was Sunday night
everything was going right
a pitcher of beer,
some friends who were queer
baseball on TV,
just above you and me
here I thought we were
oh so happy

Then you spilled the beans
just had to come clean
the tale of afternoon
it came out too soon
"The money's mine by right!"
you grabbed my arm tight
here I thought we would
give to charity

Dressed like Robin Hood,
'cos you said that we could
Knocked over the bank
(vaults are cold and dank)
The cops had finally come
and you had the gun
here I thought they'd
take you away

We made our escape
cop cars in our wake
and hid in an alley
thanks to aunt Sally
The plans had gone South,
beyond every doubt
here I thought we would
have to pay

Gtfo* car arrived
you put the gun on my thight
then you pulled the trigger
you idiot wigger
I said, "You want me to die?"
you gave no reply
here I thought it'd be
wise to pray

The cops came 'round
you threw the piece down
I hid in the trunk
and got in a fun
So then I was mad
cos you treated me bad
Here you thought you'd
sell me out

Forty minutes later
on the streets of Decatur
You found I was there
and gave me stare
I said, "You shot me in the leg!
Don't make me beg!"
here I saw you
start to pout

You said, "You're such a bitch!
You sold all my shit!
Those records were dandy,
and you sold them for candy."
I said, "Candy-coated drugs!
The ones that you love!"
here we thought we'd talk it out

So no here we are,
in the back of this bar
You're telling all our friends
the means to our ends
You're starting to shout
I'll study my stout
here I think I'll just
grab your piece

I know that I'm bitch
Sorry I shot your shit
but you were makin' me
oh so mad


*Gtfo = pronounced sort of like "g't faux"