We gotta get us some action. We dial zero, eight. We're tired of bein' a nomad. We wanna stay up late. . Runnin' down the subway. That's what we're gonna do.
You are nothin'. I'm for real. You see I'm rockin'. 'cause the devil's got a deal. Ain't got no time left. But I've got Shiva on my right. You're in deep shit baby.
Come on little baby got me in a trance. We're both tough so let's just skip the dance. You're lookin' good and I really wanna be with you. . Twist action will be good enough.
Can't stay out, I gotta get in. Into my car an' go for a spin. Oh man it just feels so great. To drive that good ol' V8 yeah!. . I crank up the music on the radio.
Way too late to set things straight. Push too hard by keeping me waiting. Going down, no way up. No use in telling you've been fucked. . Slowmotion shadows, no one around.
Well, look out now when I come your way. Well, I'm a dog and I'm astray. Well, I've been taught but I won't learn. Been out of luck but baby it will turn.
Here I go now. I'm on the prowl. For plugged in, psyched out. Fuel injected action. . I'm gonna hit the lights now. You gotta hear me growl. Burnin' rubber.
I've been lost but I know who to turn to. At any cost even if it mean I'm gonna burn too. There ain't no reason for me to be left out. Listen to me son there are things that I can't do whitout.
Well, I've been around. I've seen the sights I've heard the sounds. Met some freaks. Sideshow honey super-psyched-out geeks. And I've been tryin' it. It's my bed baby I will lie in it.
Since I left, I've been gone so long and I can't turn back. I don't miss what I never had or what I lack. Hard to hit a shot from the hip hot steamin' lead.
Hit it. . Well, do you know what to do. When the world come crashin' down at your chances. But when it's fallin' apart. Do you know what to do. . Well, are you gonna cry.
I got time for some rock'n'roll. Never really cared about my soul. Workin' all day won't get me far. So I will set it for a six-pack and a fast car. Pack of smokes and a bottle of wine.
You say you want to help me out. But you just fill my head with doubt. I got my own reality and it. Sure ain't virtual. It's my highway. And I choose my lane.
You're pushin' your luck. You want to come on through'. You're pushin' it too hard. You don't know what to do. . You want to get around. You're gonna fuck it all up.
They can't say what state we're in. They can't blame on what song we spin. 'Cause it's fucked up business scene. Where they want everything to be so clean yeah!.
Sweet little 16 is just getting sober. Trying to recover from a devil's hangover, yeah. Says, she's going straight but she's just up around the bend. That she'll go into rehab with the cash that mommy sent on, yeah.
I'm mad, conveniently sad. By things I want and never had. And I'm pushin' but not too hard. This one-way ticket will get me quite far yeah. Further into chaos with a one-track mind.
There comes a time when a man's gotta choose. A time when you have to decide what to do. Watcha' gonna do? Well I got better things to do with my time.