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Rust on my pickups And blood on the stage Seeds in the ashtray And coke on the blade NYC delivers thats a guarantee The only thing that keep the day from me Line at the bathroom Line at the bar Take it outside and do the rest in the car Our candy baby's in a bright light fright Rock and roll rat race everybodys up tight Thats right [Chorus:] Aint your saint aint your enemy Im a long shadow on the highway I know this aint how it's supposed to be Baby I aint hiding Stayed on the dance floor cause you can't find the door Can't run out cause there is always more Keep on rocking cause it's not even four Turn up the bass until your ears get sore |
