slam down the beer before me windy city don't look to good from here you left me with the f**ing radio f**ing radio the only one I've ever known
i can't breathe on this red ford anymore can't breathe in this red ford anymore i can't breathe in this red ford anymore tell you anything to get out, get out
slam-a-lam in the bathroom are you dead do anything you want me to you I'll go down in a blaze of glory like the woman in the story that you told me i don't want to care about nothing... don't want to care about nothing your radio coming out the window I'd do anything to get out get out