 When I check out, Zach got a suitcase packed, got a .45 and a pair of Jackson on. Mary's strapped in her gunny sack. Said they're leaving tonight, they ain't coming back. Gonna get on the slide with a Craigslist ride. A whole lot of love and a place to hide. And if you buy the ticket, take the ride. We're about to get paid like Bonnie and Clyde. So run, run till you hit the sun with the gravel and the dirt collide.