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