the rain is beating on my face

my bikes still hot as a pistol

running like I'm in race

some kind of suicidal missile

they're in some motel somewhere

my baby done me low

thought I'd never be there

but now they're both gonna know 



I been a long time gone

been real close to hell

I kept my mouth tight shut

thought they wouldn't like prison too well

they took the money and run

left me with a smoking gun

said she'd always wait for me

but what she left me was misery



I can't feel no colder

outside or in 

cut down mosburg in my bag

five shells for her and three for him

they gone and broke my heart

supposed to be my friend

this should keep them apart

hell all things come to an end



hey boy just tell me the number

point me to their room

if you want you can call the law

while I play around with doom

when it's over I'm gone

this tigers running just fine

I'm gonna kiss my baby goodnight

just one last time.