主题：【原创】四面楚歌之美国篇 美国制度之大挑战（之一） -- 井底望天

You’ve read the story of Jesse James

Of how he lived and died

If you’re still in need for 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 those write-ups

They’re not so ruthless as that

Their nature is raw, they hate all law

Stool pigeons, spotters, and rats.

They call them cold-blooded killers

They say they are heartless and mean

But I say this with pride, I once knew Clyde

When he was honest and upright and clean.

But the laws fooled around and 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 heartbreak some people have suffered

From weariness some people have died

But 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 friend, just wipe the 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 hard times we’s get 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 men are men

And they won’t stool on Bonnie and Clyde.

If they try to act like citizens

And rent 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 tough or desperate

They know the law always wins

They’ve been shot at before, but they do not ignore

That death is the wages of sin.

Someday they’ll go down together

And 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.