Rust on my pickups 
And blood on the stage 
Seeds in the ashtray 
And coke on the blade 
NYC delivers thats a guarantee 
The only thing that keep the day from me 

Line at the bathroom 
Line at the bar 
Take it outside and do the rest in the car 
Our candy baby's in a bright light fright 
Rock and roll rat race everybodys up tight 
Thats right 

Aint your saint aint your enemy 
Im a long shadow on the highway 
I know this aint how it's supposed to be 
Baby I aint hiding 

Stayed on the dance floor cause you can't find the door 
Can't run out cause there is always more 
Keep on rocking cause it's not even four 
Turn up the bass until your ears get sore