Daisy

Don’t look down on me Daisy
I just need a little more time
4 bald tires on a GTO
¼ tank of rocket fuel ready to roll
Bandana cover up my face
Slide into the first city bank
With a slick black 357 I don’t wanna use
First shot rings out as I walk in through the door
Put the money in the bag everybody on the goddamn floor
I know I saw you in the pew on Sunday
But then everything changed come Monday
That bright pink letter from the bank gave me nothing to lose
So don’t look down on me Daisy
I just need a little more time
I know my mama she been praying
Praying I make it out alive
Keep my sweaty finger pressed against that ice cold trigger
While that second hand counts down like a nine-pound hammer
Don’t be a hero keep your hands up high
Do what I say and we’ll be alright
While the sirens scream and time is running out
It’s too late to turn back now
Don’t look down on me Daisy
I just need a little more time
I know my mama she been praying
Praying I make it out alive
Face to face with a boy in blue
We both wore red when we were back in school
Now two Friday night small town stars
Couldn’t be farther apart
As time stands still and we both know what we’ve gotta do
Don’t look down on me Daisy
I just need a little more time
I know my mama she been praying
Praying I make it out alive