tight pants, his ego's even tighter don't even think about the things he does when he's alone he's got the guitar, the faded notebook gotta write it down
the tight pants, his ego's even tighter don't even think about the things he does when he's alone he's got the guitar, the faded notebook gotta write it down
back in yo Cadillac Let me jump in this shit like back to back Stay real for life, roll down south For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd My alias
clock date She's one hot number, hallelujah, amen She's a hard nine, working on ten She's a first round knock out, down for the count Loud twist and
for the door Springer's feeling lucky, sits down for a spell Oklahoma City and he's lost his last bill Jeff is in a bind, waiting on sister Hicks Seven
down the freeway As if I was on downers Followed off the exit ramp By a scene from close encounters Out of the van Walk a straight line Lost count of
as seven times the weight But when it hurts too much Consider it but don't come to me for aid The lucky child The lucky child is learning fast Our body
for the door, Springer's feeling lucky, sits down for a spell, Oklahoma City and he's lost his last bill Jeff is in a bind waiting on sister hicks Seven
get at it. Salina in the headlights, snake eyes on the floor, Al drops another twenty, Pete heads for the door, Springer's feeling lucky, sits down for
[Chorus] Listen to the tales of this Northern Cali killer Take it for what it's worth but recognize a blood spiller So far I've been lucky but enemies
