Last night I saw a nun
On highway 61
Shoulda slowed down
But I was on the run
Robbed a bank with my old lover
Tried not to blow the cover
But the teller was my brother
And he called my fucking mother
We had it all worked out
But my brother had his doubts
Started to bloody well pout
Cause he lost what he’s about
He’s been trying to change his ways
But the steady jobs don’t pay
His banking by the day
Was turning him sick and gray
He missed his drugs and money
He missed banging all the honies
His criminal days seemed sunny
And that bank boss, a fucking dummy
So we cooked up a little scheme
The parts of a seamless dream
A lover, a brother, a queen
The supreme criminal team
But my brother’s flagging worries
Put him in a hurry
To call our goddamn mother
And blow the fucking cover
So now I’m on the run
On highway 61
I saw that poor old nun
And out came my loaded gun
I pointed it at the window
And drove by real slow
My maniac obsession
Starting to take hold
Our eyes met for a minute
And I was feeling lit
The looting was a hit
I didn’t want to quit
When she saw that gun
Her face went blank and stunned
She broke out in a run
And nearly spoiled my fun
I could hear the sirens wailing
The cops must have been tailing
My mind was busy railing
A love of money hailing
The plan was quick and dirty
Get rich by the time you’re 30
Live your life on the lamb
And stop giving a fucking damn
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