Shhh, lay low, make

another sound, you'll

be out the front door.

Shhh, be quiet, they'll

catch you before you

leave, so don't even

try it.

Run, you'll be running

for a long time. The new

brains you have should

make you think twice

before committing another

crime.

Black vans everywhere

with cameras in the back.

Spy gear they racked up

from radio shack.

Shades in high number,

like those spades you had

on Tumblr.

A blueprint layout, the

night before they do

a steak out.

You walk down the

street, they speed up

behind you, your heart

skips a beat. You think

they're gonna kidnap

you, take you for a

ride. A GQ look-a-like

opens the door, he asks

"would you like to portray

Bonnie and Clyde?"