Alba s touto skladbou:
Vain Glory Opera ,
Fucking with Fire ? Live ,
Burning Down the Opera ,
Boy ,
Live from Boston 1981,
U2 Go Home: Live from Slane Castle,
U2 3,
U2 Go Home: Live From Slane Castle, Ireland,
Hellbound ,
Rare Diamonds ,
Dave Alvin
(Blue Horn Toad Music, BMI)
I scored some speed in San Berdino
So me and baby could get a little bump
And now sheâs in that motel room
Puttinâ on a show for some chump
Yeah, well babyâs gotta make a livinâ
And I donât mind waitinâ out in the car
âCause I got some nine millimeter muscle
In case things go too far.
You know I try to take it easy man
And just go with the flow
But sometimes things can get a little bit
Out of control.
Well my old man worked his whole life
In the Kaiser steel slag pit
And I worked there for awhile back when I was a kid
But I got tired of all their shit
But that was years ago man
Before they tore that Fontana plant down
And my old man smoked himself
Into a six-foot hole in the ground.
And I got the same bad habit
And itâll probably take its toll
But sometimes itâs the only thing that keeps me
From goinâ out of control.
Well my ex-wifeâs workinâ evenings
At a Sizzler makinâ minimum wage
And sheâs cleaninâ up other peopleâs houses
Every day just like some slave
Sheâs livinâ with the kids in a mobile home
Just off the 60 freeway
Some nights I go to see her
And sometimes she lets me stay.
Since she found Jesus
Sheâs always tryinâ to save my soul
Yeah but every now and then she still likes to get
A little out of control.
I used to work a little construction
But I never got along with my boss
So I do a little import/export
Makinâ enough just to cover my costs
And Iâm losinâ my hair and Iâm losinâ my teeth
But Iâm tryinâ to keep my grip
And live to see one more day
Without makinâ any stupid slips.
You know I could have played the game man
And just done what I was told
But I guess I was born just a little bit
Out of control.
When baby gets done in there Iâm gonna
Take her for a little ride
Cruise up into the mountains
Park the car and get a little high
âCause baby likes to look at the shootinâ stars
And make wishes as they fly by
And I like lookinâ down at the city
From way up there in the sky.
Then I pull baby close to me
When it starts gettinâ cold
Close my eyes for a little while and let the world
Spin out of control.
