The Prey

The Prey - Dead Kennedys

You're from out of town

I can tell that by your shoes

Flew in for the convention

Getting tipsy in a bar

You're leaving pretty late

Gotta get up in the morning

Thinking she's just too expensive

And you know you're

Probably

Right

Theres no one on the streets

And you can't find your hotel

You walk a little faster

Someones following you

The wallet-size bulge

In your double-knit butt

Has money for me

And maybe credit cards

You dart around on the next corner

You can't look around

Quick now fish for the now

Fish for the keys for the door

You don't even know where you are

You walk a little faster

I walk a little faster

Sensing that I sense you are

Now theres no escape

I can almost taste your dandruff

As I reach I reach

I would for your face

And I strike