Got a tattoo of a snake and a ski mask on my face, but I woke up in a ditch behind the Stop 'n Go.
Lying in the weeds with a bullet in my gut, watching dollar bills fly away in the dust.
Now the sun's sinking down, spilling gold on the ground, but I'm going out tonight, out past the last lights of town.
There was a girl with dark eyes and hair shining black.
It ran like a river wild down her back.
But these wide empty streets, the air shaking with heat, they made me hungry, hungry to do something mean.
Now the sun's sinking down, spilling gold on the ground, but I'm going out tonight, out past the last lights of town.
The Stop 'n Go's closed.
The coyotes they moan and the wind's rolling beer cans down the street.
But the sun's sinking down, spilling gold on the
Ground, and I'm going out tonight, out past the last lights of town.
