Lyrics
Frankie started stealing shit at school, when we was only five... At the age of twelve we robbed the five and dime, he said, "I'll watch your back, if you watch mine."
But the devil's in the details... And there's a detail of the devil on the underside of every living thing... I grieve, what we've done... What we've done... What we've done... What have we done?
At the age of seventeen he stole a car, and I came along for the ride... And as we cruised on down the road he said to me that this was just a game... A game, a game it's not a crime...
But the devil's in the details... And there's a detail of the devil on the underside of every living thing... I grieve, what we've done... What we've done... What we've done... What have we done?
At twenty-one he said, "Let's rob a bank," he said, "I found my old man's gun"... He saw the hesitation in my eyes, he said, "I'll get the safe, just wait for me outside and drive"...
But I heard and shot and ran inside as the old guard was shaking Frankie down... Frankie kicked his gun across the floor, before I knew it I had picked it up and fired, and the guard fell to the ground...
"Get out while you can! Get out while can!" my mother told me, when I was just a child... "Get out while you can! Get out while you can!" Frankie yelled and drove away, as I stood there in the crowd, you know...
You know the devil's in the details... And there's a detail of the devil on the underside of every living thing... I grieve, what we've done... What we've done... What we've done... What have we done?