The three of us stand in middle of the parking lot,
with a bag full of loot.
We're gonna split it up three ways.
One for you,
two for you...
One Two Three for me.
Were gonna split it up and part ways.
Today is last day
I work with them.
They are kind enough to make it last just a little longer.
In the past I would slip out,
like a thief and make a getaway.
That's no way
to say goodbye to friends.
I want to stay here as long as I can.
the bag goes empty.
Its time to go home and other places.
Its time to split.
Later I will treasure, this shared plunder.