Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Out Of Control, artist - Dave Alvin. Album song The Great American Music Galaxy, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 23.01.2006
Record label: Yep Roc
Song language: English
Out Of Control |
I scored some speed in San Berdino |
So me and baby could get a little bump |
And now she’s in that motel room |
Puttin' on a show for some chump |
Yeah, well baby’s gotta make a livin' |
And I don’t mind waitin' out in the car |
‘Cause I got some nine millimeter muscle |
In case things go too far |
You know I try to take it easy man |
And just go with the flow |
But sometimes things can get a little bit |
Out of control |
Well my old man worked his whole life |
In the Kaiser steel slag pit |
And I worked there for awhile back when I was a kid |
But I got tired of all their shit |
But that was years ago man |
Before they tore that Fontana plant down |
And my old man smoked himself |
Into a six-foot hole in the ground |
And I got the same bad habit |
And it’ll probably take its toll |
But sometimes it’s the only thing that keeps me |
From goin' out of control |
Well my ex-wife's workin' evenings |
At a Sizzler makin' minimum wage |
And she’s cleanin' up other people’s houses |
Every day just like some slave |
She’s livin' with the kids in a mobile home |
Just off the 60 freeway |
Some nights I go to see her |
And sometimes she lets me stay |
Since she found Jesus |
She’s always tryin' to save my soul |
Yeah but every now and then she still likes to get |
A little out of control |
I used to work a little construction |
But I never got along with my boss |
So I do a little import/export |
Makin' enough just to cover my costs |
And I’m losin' my hair and I’m losin' my teeth |
But I’m tryin' to keep my grip |
And live to see one more day |
Without makin' any stupid slips |
You know I could have played the game man |
And just done what I was told |
But I guess I was born just a little bit |
Out of control |
When baby gets done in there I’m gonna |
Take her for a little ride |
Cruise up into the mountains |
Park the car and get a little high |
‘Cause baby likes to look at the shootin' stars |
And make wishes as they fly by |
And I like lookin' down at the city |
From way up there in the sky |
Then I pull baby close to me |
When it starts gettin' cold |
Close my eyes for a little while and let the world |
Spin out of control |