Fireflies and dogfights Runnin' hot in the heat Street noise, another bribe Things too hard to believe go head out My heart's in the country My feet'
Rolls Royce shoppin', Vicaden poppin' Burn my cash in Beverly Hills Gold card lover, accountants run for cover Gucci went and jacked up my bills Well
I hear a voice in my head Going round It's been talking to me 4 awhile Inject my soul with the truth Do you dare?? Oh my god it's time 4 a prayer Going
When I was a young boy my mama would say Son, you ain't always gonna get your way Times will be good, times will be bad You ain't always gonna get a winning
Can't find my doctor My bones can't take this ache If ya dance with the devil Your day will come to pay Downtown Fuel injected dreams Are bursting at
Well, she took my love into overdrive Well, custom pink, now pay the price When she's hot, well, damn she's hot Electric love like Sandra Dee You should
Had wild dreams, walkin' the streets Hell, we were young, never looked back So we took our dreams, ran like hell Lived our youth from the wishing Well
We could sail away Or catch a freight train Or a rocketship into outer space Nothin' left to do Too many things were said To ever make it feel Like yesterday
Runaways in a van All roads lead to Hollywood We'll leave a scar, won't give a damn Vandalize the neighborhood Do you remember when? We slept all day
We could sail away or catch a freight train Or a rocket ship into outer space Nothin' left to do, too many things were said To ever make it feel like
Jailbait playmate Freak show masturbate Fuel inject carburette Underage penetrate Mama take me home, tonight Mama take me home A dragstrip, she's a
Rat-tailed Jimmy is a second hand hood Deals out Hollywood Got a '65 Chevy, primered flames Traded for some powdered goods Jigsaw Jimmy, he's runnin'
Alright, alright, this life is what you make it Don't slide, you can't compromise You click your heels 3 times, imagination runs wild You can't analyze
I look inside the mirror but I don't know who I see Smoke another cigarette, the smile holds back the tears These contradictions seem to be the story
It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it It's a dirty job but
All these years An angry child Broken chattered Torn inside Father Where were you Where were... I feel old I feel dead Barely hangin' By a thread Father