Heard a woman screamin' in the alley Cryin', Lord, won't your come and rescue me Seems that I have got myself in trouble Looks like murder in the third degree
When he picked me up he was a sailor But when he got me here he was a cop He said, I think it's time you learned a lesson I said, Man, ain't it time your learned to stop
Drive on, Driver We're goin' for a ride We're runnin' into trouble And we're goin' to collide
In his pants he had a deadly weapon But his silver bullet would not shoot He slugged me till he'd gotten what he wanted Ain't it strange the way you find a substitute
He said, That's all there is, it's over I said, You're wrong, Man, it's just about to start I keep a blade for sentimental reasons And in a rage I drove it through his heart
Someone run and find a straight policeman Tell him I have killed a crooked one I won't wait you may be gone forever Leave me with the bullets and the gun
When you give a hungry man a license To do most ever that he please He'll lead you the point of desperation And then he'll want to drive you to your kneesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
