Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death, scared to look, they shook Son, they shook Living the live that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds Some get shot, locked down and turn nuns Cowardly hearts

Don't wait too long Share every precious moment with me You are the summer and I am the autumn My songs go on when yours has just begun Fall is a lovely time of the year When the leaves turn to golden brown But soon fall is ending and winter is near And

Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this,can I baby? They got'em all in the jailhouse baby I look for trouble and I found it son Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun I tried to run but I don't think I can You make one move and you're

Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this,can I baby? They got'em all in the jailhouse baby I look for trouble and I found it son Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun I tried to run but I don't think I can You make one move and you're

Situation number one, it's the one that's just begun But evidently it's too late Situation number two, it's the only chance for you It's controlled by denizens of hate Situation number three, it's the one that no one sees Is all too often dismissed as

Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this,can I baby? They got'em all in the jailhouse baby I look for trouble and I found it son Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun I tried to run but I don't think I can You make one move and you're

Are we the last ones left alive? Are we the only human beings to survive? All that we can do is just survive All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gate Are the liberators here, do I hope or do I

Now you're messin' with a a son of a bitch Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch Time's come to pay your dues Heartbreaker, soul-shaker I've been told about you Steam-roller, the midnight shoulder What they been sayin' must be true Red hot mama, oh

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

He isn't what he should be They're just I just think he could be A son of a gun There's a boy in the world Who doesn't follow the crowd Doesn't do what he's told to That's why he's allowed to Stay job as a diver