October, First Account

I will bring anything for three With a dusty smile and a loaded gun You ask me again, whats in it for me? Well thanks and tell me come undone Painted red, our hands are white I've never seen this place before Seen through, we're on our way Through and through each bolted door Driving us down for it's chase And we run any day we'll skip town It'll never hear us come Driving us down for it's chase And we run any day we'll skip town It'll never hear us come Wont you help me out? Won't you please help me figure it all out? We've cut ourselves open a hundred times We've cut ourselves open a hundred times But we're not out of ammo yet But we're not out of ammo yet Oh now no, won't you help me out? Won't you please help me figure it all out? We've cut ourselves open a hundred times We've cut ourselves open a hundred times But we're not out of ammo yet, not yet But we're not out of ammo yet, not yet Driving us down for it's chase And we run any day we'll skip town It'll never hear us come Driving us down for it's chase And we run any day we'll skip town It'll never hear us come Driving us down for it's chase And we run any day we'll skip town It'll never hear us come Driving us down for it's chase And we run any day we'll skip town It'll never hear us come