The Ballad Of Zero And The Tramp

Well they used to call him Zero cause he never made his mark

And when he took up with a tramp like her all the people laughed

And fate just seemed to find them on a one way losing streak

Between the two they lived their lives trapped on a dead end street

Well a man gets tired of zero and a woman hates that scorn

And if time would allow they'd made those fools wish they were never born

Oh how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life

Some of us have to make a name before we're satisfied

Oh and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week

Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet

Well the bank job wasn't easy no they'd left a couple dead

And when the headlines hit the stands that day twas Zero and the tramp they said

Now it looks like they've got a man hunt for a couple of crazy kids

And they both got just what they want it was a price upon their heads

The more they kept on running the more they fell in love

Cause when you live your life outside the law you need that kind of trust

Oh how come it feels like Sunday...

Sometimes the nights get colder and the dreams can chill your bones

And it was on a night like this that they came too close to home

They were caught up in the crossfire of a swat team's finest hour

And went down in a blaze of automatic fire

Crying hey we've really made it now

Oh how come it feels like Sunday...

Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet