Bonnie and Clyde  ♥♥♥  id:  1836826
The Story of Bonnie and Clyde
by Bonnie Parker (1934)

You've read the story of Jesse James--
Of how he lived and died;
If you're still in need
Of something to read
Here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde.

Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang.
I'm sure you all have read
How they rob and steal
And those who squeal
Are usually found dying or dead.

There's lots of untruths to these write-ups;
They're not so ruthless as that;
Their nature is raw;
They hate the law--
The stool pigeons, spotters, and rats.

They call them cold-blooded killers;
They say they are heartless and mean;
But I say this with pride,
That I once knew Clyde
When he was honest and upright and clean.

But the laws fooled around,
Kept taking him down
And locking him up in a cell,
Till he said to me,
"I'll never be free,
So I'll meet a few of them in hell."

The road was so dimly lighted;
There were no highway signs to guide;
But they made up their minds
If all roads were blind,
They wouldn't give up till they died.

The road gets dimmer and dimmer;
Sometimes you can hardly see;
But it's fight, man to man,
And do all you can,
For they know they can never be free.

From heart-break some people have suffered;
From weariness some people have died;
But take it all in all,
Our troubles are small
Till we get like Bonnie and Clyde.

If a policeman is killed in Dallas,
And they have no clue or guide;
If they can't find a fiend,
They just wipe their slate clean
And hang it on Bonnie and Clyde.

There's two crimes committed in America
Not accredited to the Barrow mob;
They had no hand
In the kidnap demand,
Nor the Kansas City Depot job.

A newsboy once said to his buddy:
"I wish old Clyde would get jumped;
In these awful hard times
We'd make a few dimes
If five or six cops would get bumped."

The police haven't got the report yet,
But Clyde called me up today;
He said, "Don't start any fights--
We aren't working nights--
We're joining the NRA."

From Irving to West Dallas viaduct
Is known as the Great Divide,
Where the women are kin,
And the men are men,
And they won't "stool" on Bonnie and Clyde.

If they try to act like citizens
And rent them a nice little flat,
About the third night
They're invited to fight
By a sub-gun's rat-tat-tat.

They don't think they're too smart or desperate,
They know that the law always wins;
They've been shot at before,
But they do not ignore
That death is the wages of sin.

Some day they'll go down together;
They'll bury them side by side;
To few it'll be grief--
To the law a relief--
But it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.


Bonnie & Clyde <- song made by DTH <3

Wir sind uns vorher nie begegnet,
doch ich hab dich schon lang vermisst.
Auch wenn ich dich zum ersten Mal hier treff,
ich wusste immer wie du aussiehst.
Mit dir will ich die Pferde stehln,
die uns im Wege sind.
Ich geh mir dir durch dick und dünn
bis an das Ende dieser Welt.

Leg deinen Kopf an meine Schulter,
es ist schön, ihn da zu spürn,
und wir spielen Bonnie und Clyde.
Komm, wir klauen uns ein Auto,
ich fahr dich damit rum
und wir spielen Bonnie und Clyde.

Was wir zum Leben brauchen,
werden wir uns schon irgendwie holen.
Wir rauben ein paar Banken aus
oder einen Geldtransport.
Wir schießen zwei, drei, vier, fünf Bullen um,
wenn es nicht mehr anders geht.
Jeder weiß genau, was er da tut,
wenn er uns aufhalten will.

Leg deinen Kopf an meine Schulter,
es ist schön, ihn da zu spüren,
und wir spielen Bonnie und Clyde.
Auch wenn uns die ganze Welt verfolgt,
wir kümmern uns nicht drum,
denn wir sind Bonnie und Clyde.

Wenn uns der Boden untern den Füßen brennt,
machen wir uns aus dem Staub.
In den Bergen hängen wir alle ab,
die etwas von uns wollen.
Lebendig kriegen sie uns nie,
egal wie viele es sind.
"Tod oder Freiheit" soll auf unserem Grabstein stehn.

Leg deinen Kopf an meine Schulter,
es ist schön ihn da zu spüren,
und wir spielen Bonnie und Clyde.
Komm wir bomben uns durchs Leben
und öffnen jede Tür,
denn wir sind Bonnie und Clyde.

Leg deinen Kopf an meine Schulter,
es ist schön, ihn da zu spüren,
und wir spielen Bonnie und Clyde.
Unsere Liebe soll ein Sprengsatz sein,
der ständig explodiert.
Du bist Bonnie, ich bin Clyde.