One Last Job/Raid/Day

WOAH!
Don't forget the life
or rub out the laughs (it was fun)
of those summer raids and jobs.

KEEP SMILIN'...
Don't erase the tears,
fired shells and burning tyres.
We all do things we don't want to.
It was only ten years.
You're out and out
and free to do whatever you please...
will you do it with me?
There's a drugstore on 9th street -
Gotta get a hold of the blueprints, info,
Big Al's in the know - you know?
It'll be fifty-fifty; just you and me;
like it was in '83 - Good God - good times,
'till Joe and Cady got free -
it coulda been you...
it coulda been me.
After this, that's it... easy livin'...
whaddya say? One last job
for the good old days?
Then on our way to Mexico...

'CAUSE BABY
We all cry,
we all smile.
We all die...
You gotta grab the tears,
the fear, the smiles (the laughs!)
the hearts, the ice creams,
the hot days in the prison yard...
the SADNESS, the DARKNESS...
grab them by the horns (devil's!!!) and
DON'T EVER LET GO!!!

But ain't no life ever gonna shoot you down for feelin' lonely...
So relax and don't feel guilty...
Don't worry; stay with me...

...'Cause I know you love to be a rollin' stone...
roll with me... roll on home...
you know you're home...
you ain't gonna change (not now)...
so you wanna roll together, babe..?
You got nowhere else to go.