Standin' on the front line, a bullet in my head. Run a bad luck highway mile, ridin' the rails naked and dead. Sins of the flesh, seasons of the witch.
Well, there's a girl, lives on my block. She got the rhythm and likes to rock. Most every night, she's out on the town. Because she like, yeah, to fool around.
People say she's from another time, got a neon heart, got an X-ray mind. Oh, a spiritual attraction. Two black eyes painted on her face, just one look'll lay your soul to waste.