Crackin' up on a radio,. In a tunnel below the city.. And I'm losin' you, 'cause you move too slow;. I'm wishin' you could keep up with me.. I'm in love with you, but I don't know why.
I've got my wife, the other women. And the whiskey killing me. The first two make it so that I see red. The third one makes it so that I can't see. If I had half a brain left after my debauchery.