I don't want to know Go Go Go Go Are we all victims of opportunity? locked outside the door back in '83 I heard the angry voice of the man inside And saw the look of fear in my mother's eyes Mom get in the car and let's drive away She said I'm sorry Mark

She said, "Let's get going And to my surprise It was all a big lie Lots of crazy fights Get in the car and drive (And to my surprise) We got time, we got time" I can see that look inside her eyes, hey

He gets up real early on his mornin' drive Down to the office for his nine to five He drives a '94, two-tone, economy car He loves to tell the local bands down at the bar that he's the critic Yeah, I can hook you up, I know everybody, in the business He

Middle-aged, do the low rise on the waist London half-life Middle-aged, you're the low riser Getting over myself today And if you're compromised, Drive your car through the rain And if you've been beaten, Drive your car through the rain Until you wash

I'm her getaway driver Her getaway driver So I keep the engine running She'll be my gasoline She treats my heart like a stolen car All the while she had the keys Standing in the line of fire When she's feeling reckless Tangled in her messes