Livin' in a city where the sun never sets Got a jacket as a pillow and a stack of cassettes And I'm under the fistuca In the bore of the bazooka, gettin' run Step into the party and I'm swimmin' in smoke There's a local heavy metal singer lookin' for coke And he's ready, little kitten He's surprised to see ya sittin' all alone I can't get down without you There's just something about that kung fu You've seen the highs If you still wanna ride through the lows Put your parachute on Put your parachute on I'm a new machine and I don't care who you are Get your sixty selling loosies from the trunk of your car Baby you don't need repeatin', you can get it if you're needin' On and on Tell me what you want, you need a kickstand Hummin' in the gun, you call it quicksand On a marathon, rolling a cigarette Little letter red, it ain't confusin' Better to be dead, you're so seducin' so Tell me what ya said, tell me what ya said I've been drunk in bed tryin' ever to capture you