
Bonnie to His Clyde | A Sinister … x Weird Little Friends | A Sinister… (Mashup)
[singer A] [Spoken Word production introduction] [Intro- Whispered Female Vocals] (Sirens in the distance, faint heartbeat) We ride… Two shadows under blood-red skies… No tomorrow… just tonight… Pistol in my purse, lock and load, I ain’t scared Neon lights flicker, see the smoke in the air We’re sinners in black, gold teeth when we grin Every crime, every sin, feels holy within My hands shaking but I grip you tight Chaos in my chest but you make it right Got the world against us, baby, let it collide I’d die a thousand times to be Bonnie to your Clyde Cover my face, no trace of regret We gamble with lives and double the bet Runnin’ through fire with nowhere to hide Baby, we’re legends when we’re side by side I’m your Bonnie, you’re my Clyde Ride or die, we cross that line Hearts beat loud like a war drum’s cry Love and bullets when our souls collide [transition] [singer B] I don't usually talk to strangers... But you looked like you had problems. So naturally... I sat down. I was posted in the corner with my headphones on, Doing that little fake-smile thing like, "Yeah, I'm fine, move along." You were wearing black boots, Reading something upside down, Laughing at a joke That wasn't funny to anybody else around. You said, "You always this quiet?" I said, "Only when I'm awake." You said, "That's deeply concerning." I said, "Thank you, I appreciate the take." We got strange little brains, We got complicated hearts, We got scars underneath Our sarcastic little art. You don't have to explain Why you're laughing at the dark, I already understand it. I was waiting for the spark. WE'RE WEIRD LITTLE FRIENDS, WITH OUR WEIRD LITTLE LIVES, LAUGHING AT THE THINGS THAT KEEP US UP AT NIGHT. YOU GOT YOUR GHOSTS, I GOT MINE, PUT 'EM AT THE TABLE, LET 'EM ALL SOCIALIZE. WE'RE WEIRD LITTLE FRIENDS, AND I THINK THAT'S JUST FINE, TWO BEAUTIFUL DISASTERS IN THE SAME ZIP CODE OF MIND. HEY! WE DON'T HAVE TO FIT IN. HEY! WE DON'T HAVE TO PRETEND. I FOUND MY KIND OF CRAZY. WE'RE WEIRD LITTLE FRIENDS. [transition] [singer A] (Whisper) “Hold me close ‘til the world burns out” (Echo) “No doubt, no doubt…” (Whisper) “When the lights go down, we’re free” (Echo) “Just you and me, just you and me…” I’m your Bonnie, you’re my Clyde Ride or die, we cross that line Hearts beat loud like a war drum’s cry Love and bullets when our souls collide Bonnie… Clyde… No goodbye… We’ll burn together… In the night sky…

