Death Tone

Ridin on two wheels

Chains hooked on my heels

Sittin on leather

Ridin on steel

Put my shades on

Hair blows in the wind

I give some square the finger

Now he won't look again no he won't

Now you were sittin home

And I got sent to nam

I went to the big house

You just worked at job

Hear me calling can't you hear my death tone

Hear me calling can't you hear my death tone

Hear me ride on into the night pull along side

If you're looking for a fight

My social workers got me on a chain

Keeps me out of jail so the paper prints his name

Yes it does and he likes it

Unemployment checks run out next week

It won't be very long 'til I'm back on the streets again