The Standoff

Everything was going great, The perfect Friday night, My girl was at the windowsill, And then she saw the lights.

She called my name and shouted loud, “You’d best go get your gun!” We’d had some years running from laws, I guess we’d had our fun.

One red and blue, Then there were two, Then, fuck me, there were three, My lovely girl let out a squeal, Their guns were drawn on me.

We shut the blinds and stood there calmly, then she looked again, And I’ll be damned, if what I saw was just one car again.