Im in a kind of foolish game, I try to get rich quick,
But Im going insane,
The kind of freaks that hang out on 42nd Street
Theyre all pimpin Judys and poppin speed, well
Its a game of cat and mouse, and I think its got my soul,
I think its time for thinkin bout a time to roll on
Down the road
Here comes Big Mike, I kinda owe him some beans,
He must be crazy, I guess thats why hes so mean,
If I tell him Im leavin, he would sure enough split my gut,
Cause he knows I sold to a sucker, and I owe Big Mike a cut,
But Ill slip him a 20-dollar bill till I get out of town,
When I hit those white lines, Im gonna be gone like a
Greyhound down the road |
