I scored some speed in San Berdino
So me and baby could get a little bump
And now shes in that motel room
Puttin on a show for some chumpYeah, well, babys gotta make a livin
And I dont mind waitin out in the car
Cause I got some nine millimeter muscle
In case things go too farYou know I try to take it easy, man
And just go with the flow
But sometimes things can get a little bit
Out of controlWell, my old man worked his whole life
In the Kaiser steel slag pit
And I worked there for a while back when I was a kid
But I got tired of all their shitBut 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 groundAnd I got the same bad habit
And itll probably take its toll
But sometimes its the only thing that keeps me
From goin out of controlWell, my ex-wifes workin evenings
At a Sizzler makin minimum wage
And shes cleanin up other peoples houses
Every day just like some slaveAnd shes livin with the kids in a mobile home
Just off the 60 freeway
Some nights I go to see her
And sometimes she lets me staySince she found Jesus
Shes always tryin to save my soul
Yeah, but every now and then she still likes to get
A little out of controlI used to work a little construction
But I never got along with my boss
So I do a little import export
Makin enough just to cover my costsAnd Im losin my hair and Im losin my teeth
But Im tryin to keep my grip
And live to see one more day
Without makin any stupid slipsYou 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 controlBaby gets done in there, Im gonna
Take her for a little ride
Cruise up into the mountains
Park the car and get a little highCause baby likes to look at the shootin stars
And make wishes as they fly by
And I like lookin down at the city
From way up there in the skyThen I pull baby close to me
When it starts gettin cold
Close my eyes for a little while and let the world
Spin out of control