Baby we've seen times tougher then these, She's been burning through my money faster than kerosene She said, I was pulling up my skirt then I was scraping up my knees In between the motorbikes and epitaphs and names in the obituary
And I said, ohhh you don't say? She put the money in the glove box And grabbed a kleenex for the nose bleed
I think it's time we get out of this city, I think it's time we get out of this scene