No matter what you think you've done
You'll find it's not enough
No matter what you think you know
You won't get through
It's a given, L.A. law Someone's faster on the draw
No matter where you hide
I'm comin' after you
Smokestack, fatback,many miles of railroad track
All night radio, keep on runnin' through, your rock 'n' roll soul
All night diners, keep you 'wake, on black coffee, and a hard roll
Baby, don't understand
Why we can't just hold on to each other's hands?
This time might be the last I fear unless
I make it all too clear I need you so, oh