Serge Gainsbourg - Bonnie and Clyde (English Version) paroles de (lyrics)
[Serge Gainsbourg - Bonnie and Clyde English Version paroles de lyrics]
You've heard 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 were and still and those who still
Are usually found dying or dead
They call them cold hearted 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
'Til he said to me, "I'll never be free"
So I'll meet a few of them in hell
If a policeman is killed in Dallas
And they have no clue or guide
If they can't think or find
They just wipe their slate clean
And hang it 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-a tat
Some day they'll go down together
They'll bury them side by side
To few, it will be grief, to the law a relief
But, it's death for Bonnie and Clyde
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 were and still and those who still
Are usually found dying or dead
They call them cold hearted 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
'Til he said to me, "I'll never be free"
So I'll meet a few of them in hell
If a policeman is killed in Dallas
And they have no clue or guide
If they can't think or find
They just wipe their slate clean
And hang it 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-a tat
Some day they'll go down together
They'll bury them side by side
To few, it will be grief, to the law a relief
But, it's death for Bonnie and Clyde