Heading into town,
By the fire sign,
Up ahead one mile mum and naked child by the highway
Flash four-wheel drive,
I only want a ride to the other side
Don't try and hide behide your window tinting
I bet you weekly wage could pay my ransom
And free me from this and fly infested castle
And In the wake of those who've gone and left behide their blues
How man furlongs can we step in Johnny Walker's shoes
Blanket on the ground,
Lay your money down,
They say you better watch out
If you think you're winning on pension day,
When the old and grey,
Ask what money say in the gambling den of tai ming
"A little less of the con and a bit more fusion"
With the kintook lost among the walking wounded
And in the wake of those who've gone and left behide their blues
How many furlongs can we step in Johnny Walker's shoes.