Ashes blowin' in the air I was on fire but we don't care, yeah Wasted youth, always on the road Never looking back, and we're never getting old 'Cause the skies are black, but our heart's made of gold Fuck doing what you're told We're going nowhere fast

She's got everything she needs She's an artist, she don't look back Proud to steal her anything she sees She never stumbles She's got no place to fall Bow down to her on Sunday Salute her when her birthday comes She can take the dark out of the night

Now don't stop, drop, pause Look at that girl, she's like oh Look at that girl, she's like ah Mami over there sometime 'Cause you look so right Oh, look at that girl, she's like ah Look at that girl, she's like Mami no you can't come back

Oh my gosh, look at her butt My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun (Look at her butt) Look at, look at, look at Look, at her butt Little in the middle but she got much back I'm on some dumb shit, by the

Run for cover Run while you can, baby, don't look back You gotta run for cover Don't be afraid of the fear, that's a played out trap, man You know you're not the only one And don't look back, just run for cover She's running What have you gathered to

Shotgun to the back of my heart, I don't turn around to see who let one ring out Heading to the Massacre Bodies arriving every day Look at those shells you heard Picking the bones up along the way Let it ring out Lately I've been questioning Am I all

She won't stop me put it down And don't look back Oh baby don't stop Bury me and fade to black So get your gun and meet me by the door Would I lie to you? Gun it while I'm holding on Don't stop if I fall Wait until it fades to black

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

And I'm never lookin' back I said all I need to see I don't want no more Walkin' blow walkin' slowly One thing make it all right Try to forget you like I said you Wanna tell this Rollin' walkin' walkin' slowly

I guess I'm making all the right wrong turns tonight Seat laid back running Fingers through my hair Watching miles go by Like she just don't care Looking at me with One thing on her mind Stopped and got a little gasoline at the old bean peak