Now I'm feeling just like Woody Allen. Finally I'm right where I should be. Like when you grow up doing donuts in the parking lot, You hit the station, go insane, and when the kick-drum drops You know, now I'm feeling just like Woody Allen. Hey, and

Ain't no use baby Ain't no use Ain't no use daddy I'm leaving the scene You're too doggone mean Yes I'm tired of paying dues Having the blues Hitting bad news I'm leaving town

Listen to them, children of the night, what music they make Paint your face, tonight we terrorize this town, Coffin case, we gather, our time is now. Ten thirty-one, we roam the streets in thirst for blood, It all begins, with you, with your life We are

Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes Ride, slide, dipping low Ride, slide, smoke control What you gonna do when the shit goes down? Six misfits rolling through your hometown 'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor When the streets grow cold and my

London's burning with boredom now London's burning dial nine-nine-nine-nine-nine London's burning All across the town, all across the night Everybody's driving with full headlights Black or white, you turn it on, you face the new religion Everybody's

Born in the U.S.A., I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A., born in the U.S.A. Born down in a dead man's town The first kick I took was when I hit the ground End up like a dog that's been beat too much Till you spend half your life just covering up

You can't afford no ring I shouldn't be wearing white and you can't afford no ring You finally took my hand Mama don't approve Baby's on its way It took a nip of gin But you finally took my hand Daddy says he's the best in town

Two pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words Undertaker car, triple black drop bird Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp It's a white girl in town: name is "cocaine" It's some dirty birds in town: Gucci Mane and Waka Flame We flying, we

You're all that's left to hold on to I'm hanging on I'm still waiting In Red Hill town The lights go down on Red Hill From father to son The blood runs thin See faces frozen still

Got a little dirt on my boots Might have a little dirt on my boots But I'm taking you uptown tonight Might have a little mud on my wheels But they're gonna shine with you're up inside Gonna hit the club, gonna cut a rug Burn it up like neon lights But