lyrics AImproviser --- [Intro - Warm orchestral strings, melancholic swell] [Fingerpicked 808, bongos enter like a distant heartbeat] [light scatting] [Verse 1 - Pretty Boy's entrance, quiet resignation, strings subtle underneath] Pretty Boy Floyd showed up in his Sunday best Pressed suit sharp like he's still trying to impress Burned those mortgage papers (!) while (!) the cameras rolled Now the earth above my head is cold [Verse 2 - Baby Face Nelson Entrance, hollow bravado fading, bongos, strings] Baby Face was twenty-five when the (!) bullets (!) came Nelson had a sweetheart's face, earned a killer's name Dropped nine lawmen just to make my mark Died in a ditch before I turned, twenty-six! [Refrain - Falsetto climbs] We're legends in the ground Legends in the ground All that fire we raised Burned down to the ground We're legends in the ground Legends in the ground [Interlude - High bass licks weep over strings] [Bongos pulse then fade like a failing heart, strings answer guitar phrases] [light scatting] [Verse 3 - 808 bass call and response with lyrics] Could've been a farmer (could've been a father) Could've been a father (could've been a father) Could've seen thirty (could've lived longer) Could've lived longer! (could have aye aye) They wrote our names in headlines They wrote our names on stones Now we're famous, brother now we're just bones. [Refrain - Full orchestral swell, honesty, bongos driving, backing vocals] We're legends in the ground Legends in the ground All that noise we made Burned down to the ground We're legends in the ground (whoo oo whoo) [Outro - Solo violin over fading bongos] [scatting and improvisation] [Warm bass descends like a final breath] Ooh, legends... Just legends now... [softer] Legends in the ground... Mmm... burned down... Mmm... burned down... [whispered falsetto] Could've been... could've been... [Last string note hangs, then silence] ©️ 2026
