Well she's nothing much But she looks like a gangster's moll Well, there ain't no doubt about it I know she ran with Mad Dog Coll She's the driver of
Well, I fly off the handle A little too quick Guess you could call me a nervous man For the last week or two It don't take too much To make me wanna
Well, I'm hanging around the depot Boys, trying to get a job I'm so sick and tired of being laid off No silver lining, no rainbow's end Bills in my mailbox
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby There's a stranger in my soul I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city I can't come in from the cold I'm deep
Well there's a hell cat, loose cat, hear it wail It can stop you down the street, you cannot get away Well it's gonna get to you, got the demon power
Is there a car straight under a light that's burning? Prepared by your soul for all the secrets you're holding. Step back in time machine for a mind that
Well I just hit town and I flew in the by the seat of my pants Well I just touched down and got me some crazy plans I'm an ace I'm a deuce, I'm a buzzin
