He drives a jukebox with the top pulled down The bass like thunder circling this town
You see him walking with his head held high A taste for fashion and an alibi
Don’t tell him he don’t wanna know He’s the man with his hand on the fuse Three strikes and he got one to go He’s the man who’s got nothing The man who’s got nothing to lose
He wants for nothing and his time’s his own The seasons passing but no seeds are sown
He’s got the answers ready in his head Lives day to day till his addiction’s fed
Don’t tell him he don’t wanna know He’s the man with his hand on the fuse Three strikes and he’s got one to go He’s the man with his face on the news Grease lightning in a borrowed car He’s the man with a mission The man who’s got nothing to lose