The interstates and eighteen wheelers. The sketches on the rest stop bathroom stalls. I call her from a hotel pay phone. So far from it all. . The odometer is hypnotizing.
I can't tell you, so I'll scream it through the stereo. Speakers come on and turn me on. I can't tell you, so I'll scream it through the stereo. Speakers come on and turn me on.
Hot Pink rock 'n' roll, come on. . Caught the green line down at Bleeker and Broad. And now it's dropping down to thirty below. I can't feel my toes but baby, I'm on fire.
Rocks and salt, a small umbrella and I'm fine. But straight from the bottle might save me a little time. I don't need no chaser, baby, I don't need no lime.
Every days a distraction. All the animals just looking for action. And Emilys free styling rhymes. Smoking in the girls room to kill some time. . 'Cause all they want is a girl.
If you're alone and I'm alone. Let's be alone together. We can have a drink and shoot the shit. And talk about the weather. . 'Cause baby, I know this world has got you.
Hey, hey, this is everything today. You've got nothing to complain about. You've got nothing to say. So this had better be good or you'd better be quiet, yeah.
Oh brother, now we're going undercover. 'Cause she's more than just a lover to me. Can't you see that there's a reason for this heresy and treason?. It's the season for instability.
Are you broken, are you broken, baby?. Let me hear ya, let me hear ya, girl. . Yeah, baby's got a problem, baby's got a spell. Baby's got a handgun but I ain't gonna tell.
She's out of luck and out of hoping, out of cigarettes. Misunderstood with naked pictures on the internet. Her social deviance is teasing me, I know what I want.
Hey, hey, little razorblade. Girl, you're so so dangerous. You say you wanna try and get away. And that's just so obvious. . I got the keys so let's put it into drive.
Knock, knock, knock, before you enter. 'Cause the chances are I'm with another. On the floor all tangled up. Trying to forget when we were sober. . So knock, knock, knock.
Back in Hollywood today, Technicolor turned to gray. The altered senses were the primary impulse. Drinking whiskey everyday, smoking second thoughts away.
The polyester vest she wears at the arcade. On a break from tearing tickets. Every minute spent on this old pinball machine. . Savin' up her money to pay her tuition.
And it goes, doo wah doo wah. Things are getting petty. She said, "No more sex. Unless we're going steady". . I said, "Alright goodnight. Wake me when you change your mind".
Hey, gimme, gimme chemicals. Gimme the fix, gimme back control. A white hot white revival. Were gonna be saved tonight. . A twist in hand with some friends of mine.
Oh, fashionistas seen policing souvenirs. Keepsakes from days I wish that I wasn't here. Still think it's so hard. You're not whole, you're a shell. .
I'm just another substance abuser but baby. I'm the future and I know there's no easy way out. I got nothing but problems and habits, shifting through the static.
Innocent victim filled up with pills. Or so it would seem to the rumbler scene. Her getaway sticks made contact with bricks. Caught skating around, now it's the big sleep.
Young and wasted. Look at me now. I'm the King of California. Straight out of Tennessee. . Come on baby. Crash on my couch. You've got that Hollywood nosebleed.