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Robbed
(Riff Regan, Steve Voice)

Sitting here on Millionaire’s Row 
Feel my head is gonna explode 
Am I scared? Of course I am
But I’m getting back what I’m owed 
If I’m caught I’m not so sure
I could do time in the Scrubs or Moor 
My heart is beating like a pneumatic drill 
Like a time bomb in for the kill

I've made my bed 
I'm left for dead
I must have been out of my head 
I feel like I’ve been robbed
I’m losing everything
I feel like I’ve been hung out to dry 
Confusing everything

Why am I here? I'm the getaway driver 
Should have sussed it, should’ve been wiser 
All I did was fall for the girl
Now I might need a legal advisor 
If I’m caught I swear I will
Crack in a slammer like Pentonville
My mouth is dry, I've got the shakes 
Soon find out if I got what it takes

I've made my bed 
I'm left for dead 
I must have been out of my head 
I feel like I’ve been robbed
I’m losing everything
I feel like I’ve been hung out to dry 
Confusing everything

Counting minutes till it’s over 
Keeping an eye out for the owner 
Every time a car goes by
My pulse cracks like a revolver
If I’m caught there’s one dead cert 
HMP written on my shirt
My hands are shaking like I need a fix 
I’m sweating pints and shitting bricks

I've made my bed 
I'm left for dead 
I must have been out of my head 
I feel like I’ve been robbed
I’m losing everything

I feel like I’ve been hung out to dry 
Confusing everything
I feel like I’ve been robbed 
I’m losing everything
I feel like I’ve been hung out to dry 
Confusing everything