Well, it's a straight line as the crow flies. To a heaven here on earth. And if you make time, it's a cool drive. Head down to the coast. . If your taste runs to the gumbo.
They say this town will kill you. They say this town ain't got no soul. This town could take a child's smile. And turn it into stone. . But don't you think I know that?.
I got no keychain. To lock up all my troubles. I need a fast train. Leaving on the double. . Going some place. She can't follow. In the city. In the 'No tomorrow'.
Well, they sprung me out of Quentin,. I'm back on the mob's payroll. They can buy my body. Sure they can't buy my soul.. I'm working out of Stockton. I''m weighing in at two -o -one.