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Lyrics: He rolled into Miami,
Southbound 95.
A gat in his lap in a Caddy.
A wanted man dead or alive.
He ain't gonna surrender.
He ain't gonna retreat.
He's going out in a blaze of glory,
gonna hold court right out in the street.
Black trench and New York brim.
Pinkie ring like Al Capone.
A knot in a clip in his pocket.
Ben Franklin felt right at home.
He's living for danger.
He's looking for sin.
He knows his life is just a gamble
In a game he cannot win. Well,
That's the gangster way.
That's the gangster way.
That's the gangster way.
Dropping tips like no tomorrow.
He meets a waitress in a restaurant.
She said she'd like to travel.
She could give him what he wants.
She's looking for danger.
She's lusting for him.
He said, If you wanna blow this life of boredom,
just leave with me, climb on in.
He said, Have you ever shot a pistol?
when they sat down in the car.
No, but you can teach me.
He said, you're gonna be a star.
They ain't gonna surrender.
They ain't gonna retreat.
They're going out in a blaze of glory,
gonna hold court right out in the street.
That's the gangster way.
That's the gangster way.
That's the gangster way.
He's in the bank withdrawing money
She's waiting in the car.
Her stomach's feeling funny.
She wishes she was at the bar.
Shots are fired.
Hits are scored.
Her gangster drops the money
as he stumbles out the door.
He collapses on the sidewalk.
She jumps out the car.
She's gotta save her partner.
She's acting like a star.
Sirens wailing.
Tires screech.
Now they're surrounded,
and her gun is out of reach.
[guitar solo]
Her gangster draws her to him.
He whispers in her ear,
You done really good, babe.
There ain't nothin to fear.
He hands her his pistol.
His life slips away.
She stands to face the lawmen.
[half time]
And goes out the gangster way.
She goes out the gangster way.
Style Prompt: Heavy metal, female vocals, distorted electric guitar, 808 bass
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