I'm Falling

I'm falling

First last night we're riding home

With friends in a big blue car

For this man fed us rubbish

As if it were caviar

We told him 'sir, please go away

We're innocent of crimes

He hit me with his black nightstick

And all I heard were cries

I'm falling

I asked her for a date one night

She thought it'd be a laugh

I'd take her to a restaurant

And then up to her pad

I waited at my house that night

For her phone call to come

She'd gone off with a ruffian

And he came by with a gun

I'm falling

I'm falling

Yes I'm falling