Back Door Slam

I was born in the back seat

Of a travellin' hurricane

I came up in the back streets

Of a city with no name

I was raised on trouble

Rock when I should roll

I never could control it

And I can't be controlled

I am what I am

I am the back door slam

When I walk down the streets

The streetlights go out

When I drive through your town

The dogs start to howl

And I stand in the shadow

Sparks are in my hair

When I open up my mouth

My voice fills the air

I am what I am

I am the back door slam

People say

I'm charming

People say

I'm alarming

People can feel

The disturbance around me

I don't care what they say, they see

I'm the dust in your broom

100-proof Everclear

I'm the crack in your ceiling

Thump you think you hear

I'm a 3AM phone call

Tank of gasoline

I'm a siren stoppin'

At the end of your street

I am what I am

I am the back door slam

People say

It's strange

People say

I'm dangerous

People can feel

That a deal was struck

Save my soul

And make my own luck

I was born in a city

A city with no shame

And when I play guitar

They all know my name

I am what I am

I am the back door slam

I am what I am

I am the back door slam