It's late, and the week-end's near You could say I can't wait Till the gang gets here
Eight, and the Angels are roaring Shining those dips Straight line for the strip
If I back out Fake a black out At my night on the chicken run
Need some moonshine Doctor goodtime Keeping my nerves in line Down on the run
Cy, the pack leader's wild Even preaches to ride In a Brando style
Fast, two shadows are closing Passing like knives Short cut on our lives
If I back out Fake a black out At my night on the chicken run
Needs some moonshine Doctor goodtime Keeping my nerves in line Down on the run
When the boys are called together To hand me out a feather, I'm through Sweating in my leather so I guess its now or never Something I've gotta do, just gotta do What I gotta do
It's late, and the week-end's near You could say I can't wait Till the gang gets here
Eight, and the Angels are roaring Shining those dips Straight line for the strip Shining those dips Straight line for the strip Passing like knives Short cut on our livesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
