One, two, a-one, two three four ---
You're doing it fucking wrong!

I'm on a midnight death trip
I'm on a mission From God
A stolen car and death wish
To Hell in Hollywood

So pass the bottle at a hundred miles per hour
I'm gonna fight, 'til the tides can't fight no more!

C'mon!

I've got my bruise, gonna make connections (or corrections)
Nothing to lose but this straitjacket, on too tight

Alright!

So the wind comes off the ocean
And my hair is combed just right
I'm in a stolen locomotion
Straight out of nineteen sixty five

So pass the bottle at a hundred miles per hour
I'm gonna fight, 'til the tides can't fight no more!

C'mon!

I've got my friends and a shotgun jacket
Nothing to lose, gotta live it out until I die

Alright, whoo!

Well I'm the light before the supper
And I'm gonna smash this glass just right
So give me one good dose of thunder
Before I fall on my ass tonight

So pass the bottle at a hundred miles per hour
I'm gonna fight 'til the tides can't fight no more!

C'mon!

I've got my friends, gonna make a racket
Nothing to lose but this straitjacket, on too tight

Alright! C'mon! Hahaha ...