Loaded like a freight train Feelin' like a space brain
Well I'm a west coast struttin' Got a rattlesnake suitcase And honey you can make my motor hum Well I got one chance left I got a dog eat dog sly smile I got a Molotov cocktail with a match to go I smoke my cigarette with style You can make my money tonight
Wake up late honey put on your clothes Take your credit card to the liquor store That's one for you and two for me by tonight I'll be loaded like a freight train Feelin' like a space brain
Loaded like a freight train Speedin' like a space brain
So's I can leave this slum And I'm ready to crash an' burn
An I can never get enough I guess, I guess, I guess I never learn
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