Bank Robber Man
I was walking down the street today
Just as somebody blew the doors off of the B of A
Just then I head them call my name
As I was thrown against the car
I was being framed
All units we've got our man
We've got the bank robber man
We don't need no reason
You're going in the can
You look like the bank robber man
I think you misunderstand
Do you think that I am the one that did it
Just because I'm tan?
Just then the officer at hand said
I don't give a damn that you are in a rock and roll band
All units we've got our man
We've got the bank robber man
We don't need no reason
You're going in the can
You look like the bank robber man
Just tell me what's going on ?
Can you tell me what I did wrong ?
Does busting me make you feel strong ?
Make you feel strong
All units we've got our man
We've got the bank robber man
We don't need no reason
You're going in the can
You look like the bank robber man
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from Lenny
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All my life I wanted to be a bank robber. Carry a gun and wear a mask. Now that it's happened I guess I'm just about the best bank robber they ever had. And I sure am happy.
quote by John Dillinger
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I save for them
A robber appointed as the Government.
A robber inherited as the religion.
A robber elected as the minister.
A robber allowed as a trader.
You save money for them.
31.08.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Terrible Robber Men
OH I wish the sun was bright in the sky,
And the fox was back in his den O!
For always I'm hearing the passing by
Of the terrible robber men O!
Of the terrible robber men.
Oh what does the fox carry over the rye,
When it's bright in the morn again O!
And what is it making the lonesome cry
With the terrible robber men O!
With the terrible robber men.
Oh I wish the sun was bright m the sky,
And the fox was back in his den O!
For always I'm hearing the passing by
Of the terrible robber men O!
With the terrible robber men.
poem by Padraic Colum
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The Kid Just Wanted To have The Candy
The kid was alone
had promised her mother
not to let
any stranger in.
The robber knew this
but he was wise
he stood up infront
of the glassed window of the house
where the kid could see him.
The kid saw the robber
and the robber gave him
a kind and gentle smile
while showing a candy
of orange and green colors.
The kid's eyes
opened big and wide
and the robber gave the kid
the sign to open the door.
Little by little
the kid
became closer and closer
to the door
and then...
he opened it!
The kid
just wanted to have
the candy.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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The Man And The Robbers
A MAN HAD GONE TO HIS BANK AND WITHDREW A LARGE SUM OF MONEY, AND ON HIS WAY BACK, HE SUDDENLY HAPPENED UPON A CREW OF ROBBERS AND HE TURNED BACK AND RAN AWAY AS FAST AS HIS LEGS COULD RUN!
AS HE RAN AWAY, HE SUDDENLY RAN INTO A CREW OF NIGERIAN POLICEMEN! AND THE MAN WAS FLABBERGASTED, HE DIDN'T KNOW WHICH WAY TO RUN ANYMORE AND HE SUDDENLY TURNED BACK AND BEGAN TO RUN TOWARDS THE ROBBERS AND HE SHOUTED AS HE RAN, WAIT MR ROBBER! WAIT!
THE SURPRISED ROBBERS STOOD WHILE HE CAME TO THEM AND HUMBLY HANDED THE MONEY OVER TO THEM, AND ONE OF THEM ASKED, WHY DID YOU RETURN TO GIVE US THE MONEY WE WANTED TO ROB YOU OF? AND HE REPLIED, OH, AS I RAN AWAY FROM YOU, I RAN INTO A CREW OF NIGERIAN POLICEMEN! AND I DECIDED TO COME BACK AND GIVE YOU ROBBERS THE MONEY INSTEAD!
A CURIOUS ROBBER ASKED, WHY DID YOU PREFER TO GIVE US THE MONEY? AND THE MAN SAID, OH, WELL, YOU ROBBERS WOULD ROB ME AND LEAVE ME ALIVE, BUT THE NIGERIAN POLICEMEN WOULD ROB ME, THEN SHOOT ME DEAD AND TELL THE WORLD THAT I WAS THE ROBBER! STATED THE MAN TO THE ASTONISHED ROBBERS
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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You can imagine, or think you can imagine, how to play almost anything - a drug addict, a bank robber, a killer - but the imagination doesn't prepare you for being a mother and those particular feelings.
quote by Emily Mortimer
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(Philosphy Poem) A Fear Of The Possible Future
How do we dictate whether there is a time and place for death?
A guided fate as some would say.
A mistake not of your choosing does that make it wrong?
When a doctor or paramedic fails to keep someone alive.
Do we blame them and say it was not his time?
A definition we try to define.
You unintentionally walk into a bank robbery and get shot.
Is it something you should have not?
Or do we blame the bank robber for doing it that specific day?
Injustices are dealt in every way, but in death I believe it is not to be controlled.
A power of the looking glass, how long would you view it to see all the ways it could be prevented.
But you would get so addicted to it, you would never leave, not to eat, not to sleep, not even to relieve yourself you would die there alone out of fear.
All for the chances of fortunes yet to be seen.
Even if you have a winning lottery ticket it still must be redeemed.
And what if on your way to mailing it you got killed by a falling tree.
Who then is at fault, the mystery of the mysterious.
Sometimes it is just your time.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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My river bank
The water hit the bank
Like a wave upon a shore
Happiness just out of reach
Finding that is something you can’t teach
No one to talk to
No one to see
As you can tell just me
I sit alone on my river bank
No happy people passing by as I let out a gentle sigh
I realized I sit alone on my river bank
Unreal happiness in this unreal tournament they call life
I sit alone, isolated on my river bank
I shall always sit alone on my river bank
I will always be alone on this river bank
poem by EmOzEd johnston
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Robber & The Roadie
When willie met ronnie he was runnin up a track
He was bent down, burned out, carryin a sack
Come on boy, you got to stop and help me some
And keep this money hidden when the police come
Ronnie was shiverin and makin funny sounds
He was lookin like a fox
That was runnin from the hounds
Sure little buddy, I can lighten up your load
You half it up, Ill hit it up, Ill take it down the road
Never had a better combination been planned
cos willie was a roadie with a rock n? roll band
They were heads back, celebratin, drinkin moonshine
Heads down, here we go across another state line
Tanked up and bullet proof
They couldnt give a monkeys
Damn if he didnt hide the money in a drum case
Pack em up, hit em up, do another show
The robber and the roadie got a long way to go
Willie and ronnie
Anytime they wanted they would pull another job
Anywhere they found a place
And it was fat enough to rob
If ronnie saw the police he would make a little sign
Then willie stuck the money in the bands back line
In the main racks, bass stacks
Anywhere he thought it could
Be hidden out of sight
Until the finished out in hollywood
Split it down the middle
When they took it out the sound
The robber and the roadie got enough to go around
Willie and ronnie
The robber and the roadie
Forty seven days and they had only one to go
When the telegram arived
To say the band wouldnt show
The crowd was getting nasty and it turned into a rage
The bottles and the bodies started coverin the stage
Then the cops came running in
And breaking up the riotin
When they saw the money falling
Out the back of everything
Hey little buddy think its time to run and duck
The robber and the roadie could be runnin out of luck
Willie and ronnie had to skip it out of town
They were sittin by the highway like jackson browne
They were stickin out their thumbs
In the middle of the night
When they saw the car comin with the spinnin red light
Wide eyed, tongue tied feelin pretty stranded
No use in runnin they were caught red handed
Pull em in, lock em up, put em in a row
The robber and the roadie got nowhere to go
Willie and ronnie
The robber and the roadie
We got state police and the fbi
Willie and ronnie
You get a big reward
If you can make these boys mamas cry
The robber and the roadie
We got the national guard and the bear in the sky
Willie and ronnie
You get a big reward if you can make these mothers cry
The robber and the roadie
song performed by by Nazareth
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An ignorant person with a bad character is like an unarmed robber, but a learned person with a blog is a robber fully armed.
quote by Mickey Kaus
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Sonnet 7
my heart's prophecy foretells your absence
though mind for this no reason can give,
predicting soon removal from my presence
of your form, yet form within must live.
and if within, then by which robber
shall that form be stolen? if i'm the thief
who removes such treasure, spiriting other
self away, inconstant proves my love's belief.
shall it be said that my love is untrue
and be found inconstant, as passing vain?
then justice make unmerciful, law eschew,
wisdom make folly, all my sins retain.
your form, by law, must constant shine,
proving my heart heir to robber mind.
poem by Doug Bentley
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Valmiki In Bhopal
Once
At the bank of river Tamasa
Someone killed a karchana separating it from its mate
Those who used to make a living
To them was uttered
A hot blast of condemnation
And this blast gave birth to
The first culture of humankind
From the furrows of the plough was germinated
A far-reaching revolution...
Seeta
The child of my fields
Seeta
The mother of my green crops
Seeta
The future of my golden harvest...
And was written
The Ramayana: The odyssey of the Lord Rama
Today
At the bank of a lake
By the wind carrying Death within it
Were killed
So many fathers, so many sons
So many beloveds, so many mothers
Today
Won’t there be any more transformed robber
Whose
Poetic voice would announce
An inevitable anathema
To that way of life
Which, bewitching with the will-o-wisp of development
Dries up the foundations of future existence
Won’t there be written
With union of crops and steel
A new epic
Whose name would be
Manavayana: The odyssey of the humankind?
poem by Navakanta Barua
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The Scam Continued
My bank account ha ha,
I think not
My identification photo
Again I say go play with a rubber duck or something
For I'm not the ignorant fool that your so use to.
Maybe I should make up a bank name, a number, a address, a send the a random photo of a friend.
And see what happens
For it might be entertaining to see them pretend to be someone who has never left the country and try to access a bank account that does not exist.
For they are going to do one thing that is clean out your bank out
As the man who gives everything shouts, I have been ripped off.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Ballade of André Stander
There was a valiant bank robber, who was well known,
who scorned to earn a living as policeman
and after robbing bank after bank became renown
admired by every man and every woman
Chorus
as a captain of police he knew them inside out
and the papers, even the TV-news published his deeds and robberies
about hitting four banks even five in one day, without a sweat or shout
and just walking in and collecting like you would do for groceries.
So he took a aeroplane to Durban and went visiting
but did not get near to the beach or the sea
was fishing at the banks, casting
sacks over counters in merry glee
and disguised, a master of the art
nobody could touch him or so it seemed
and with their money they did have to part
when and where he deemed
but betrayed by his police mate,
a fellow policeman in whom he did confess,
a fastidious man some people hate
left André Stander in a great mess
that lead to his arrest
and he met some other friends and suddenly they were three,
but he wasn’t for long the government’s guest
and then all three of them robbed joyfully
until a working girl, the prostitute kind,
who kiss and squeeze
got it into her mind
to notify the good old police
for a awesome reward
and thought that they would be caught,
that she would be renowned get some award,
but good great André Stander disappeared into the naught.
In the good old great USA they gunned him down
shot him with a shotgun, blew off his head
more scared of him then their own
made certain that he was dead.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Of all tyrannies a tyranny exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It may be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.
quote by C.S. Lewis
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A College Going Daughter's Prayer
Lord put money in my bank
And I shall call and earnestly thank
Ma who pestered Pa to bend
To her whims and bitterly end
The fight for money in my bank.....
Ma has told him it is less
What she calls the daughter's cess
For panties, knickers and monthly chum
Things so dear they hardly come
With the money in my bank........
My account should always overflow
And on my face there be a glow
I can then, dream to start
To fulfill the desires of my heart
With the money in my bank......
My sisters' told them I am down
With a viral that's profound
I am ill and need to eat
Medicines, cherries, grapes and sweets
With the money in my bank.....
Send me Lord some pleasing news
Of good money I can use
I shall end to feign and faint
Then douse the town in crimson paint
With the money in my bank
2003
poem by Ravinder Malhotra
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Two guys on the bus
Two guys talk on the bus
and are convinced that fifty rand for four,
very expensive
and plan a day
to take their collected change
with backpacks to the bank
and I wonder
if with bank charges
they will earn any interest
at the bank.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Chicken Bank.......Foiled
Dave...The armed robber
Bank robber
Back in sixty-three
Would leave me sleeping muvva
For much skullduggery
Raiding banks petrol stations
And very auften...I swear
He even raided
The new joint
Called............ Mothercare
And wake his giant angel
Who very loudly snored
With booties bonnets mittens
And cardies, she adored
One day they got raided by many old bill
Dave got all panicked
Bout the money he did steal
Muvva said dont panic' i know the perfect place'
(she pulled out the chicken roasting)
A grin upon er face
She stuffed its hole with money
Whilst Dave let in the Bill
She stood there trying not to grin
As Dave looked slightly ill
They searched high and low
Even toilet system
But never checked the fowl
Which did smell and
Smoothly glisten
They even praised Ma's roast
The aroma was devine
They said how they hoped
Theirs would be arf as fine
Off drove the coppers
Ma, Dave raced to the chicken
Pulled out all the dollar
Whilst happily finger licking
poem by Karen Sinclair
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Ballad Of Spider John
Ballad of spider john
By: willis a. ramsey
1974
Spider john is my name friend
Im in between freights and I sure would be obliged
If youd share your company
I know this may sound strange to you
But if you wait till the song is sung and the story is told
You might come to understand
Oh, Im old and bent and devil sent, runnin out of time
When I long ago held a royal flush in my hand
Chorus:
Oh, I was a supermarket fool
I was a motor bank stool-pidgeon, robbin my hometown
I thought I lost my blues, yes I thought I paid my dues
I thought Id found a life to suit my style
But here I sit old spider john the robber-man
Long, tall, and handsome
Yes, old spider john with a loaded hand, takin ransom
Then one day I met diamond lill
She was the sweetest thing, I declare
That the summer breeze had ever blown my way
But lilly she had no idea, of my illustrious occupation
She thought I was a saint, not a sinner, gone astray
But you see that the word got around and lilly left town
Never saw her again
Tossin and turnin, causin my heart to grieve
Chorus:
Oh, I was a supermarket fool
I was a motor bank stool-pidgeon, robbin my hometown
I thought I lost my blues, yes I thought I paid my dues
I thought Id found a life to suit my style
But here I sit old spider john the robber-man
Long, tall, and handsome
Yes, old spider john with a loaded hand, takin ransom
That is all my story
Its been these thirty years since I took to the road
To find my precious jewel one
And if you see my lilly, wont you give her my regards
Tell her ole spider got tangled in the black web that he spun
You can tell her ole spider got tangled the black web that he spun
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Dress Me Up As A Robber
Well you can dress me up as a robber
But I wont be in disguise
Only love is a robber
And he lives within your eyes
Ooh, ooh eee ooh
You can dress me up as a sailor
But Ill never run to sea
As long as your love is available to me
What do I do with a sea of blue?
Ooh, eee ooh
Dressing me up
It doesnt make a difference
What you want to do
Whichever way you look at it
Im still in love with you
If we go on forever
I may never make a change
Dressing me up
And if I dont convince you
You neednt look too far
To see that Im not lying
cos I love you the way you are
And whats the point of changing
When Im happy as I am?
Well you can dress me up as a soldier
But I wouldnt know what for
I was the one that told you he loved you
Dont wanna go to another war
No, no, no
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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