On the Run

“Run for Gawd sake Run!” laughing as they flee

Running from the Copper’s or no longer to be free

Petty crimes and petty dreams of how to make it rich

Answering to their mother, a vicious and violent bitch.

Her hero was Ma Baker, a ruthless killer and crook

Hunted by the FBI, bringing her to the book

Eventually they killed her along with her two sons

So after living on whiskey and guilt there were no more nights to run.

But still our woman, mother of these boys tells them to steal much more

“Without that booty in your hand don’t come through my door!”

Bringing her clan up to be hard men to fight and even kill

“Never trust any other man coz they could be the Old Bill!”

Every week it was “Just one more, then we can stop and hide”

“But we have to do it big, even thugs have pride”

“We have to plan, we have to watch and work out what to take”

“But don’t try to rip me off I’ll know if you steal a fake”

So now she has her plan our troubled mother putting it all on ice

For even a woman of this kind has a secret and a vice

They will take their time and work the route and how to do the job

Her three sons will do the work, Rodney, Duke and Bob.

They have the day, the time and place now they just need some luck

They will batter down the security guards and leave them in the muck

But where is Bob, where has he gone he is the look out guy.

But now it seems that loyalty is something you can buy.

The two remaining boys and their Mam start to shout and swear

For Bob is helping the Police today, he laughs with little care

They are all surrounded now gun’s in hand ready to start a fight

And just like Ma Baker of years ago they are ready for this plight.

Mother starts to shoot and cry and run and soon she lays there dead

And Rodney is half way up a tree when they shoot him in the head

Now looking at his brother Bob, Duke begins to cry

“I always loved you little Bro but now I’m prepared to die”

Duke raises his gun and aims at Bob and the Police begin to shoot

This was their final raid today and they became the loot

The Copper’s close and tape off the street so no one else can see

Bob looks and cries with tears and guilt as he is the only one free

By helping the law to get this gang a son is made a man

But all he wants is his mother’s love and understanding of his clan

His brothers and Mam lay on the road, lives ended with so much pain

Yet Bob can start to rebuild love and start his world again.

So the morale of this unhappy tale is one of guilt and pleasure

That no matter what gold is in your safe it is your Mam you’ll treasure

So don’t be fooled by offers of wealth for simply using a gun

For no matter what you want from life it’s no good on the run.