Got black polished shoes,
And money for miles.
A rattlesnake handshake,
And those honest smiles.
A switchblade decision for two bit kids,
And words like a tattoo,
Under your skin.
If I told you the truth,
Well I'm tellin' a lie,
When I said you'd get rich,
If you get out alive.
She's got cigarette burns,
Under her diamond ring,
And the taste of revenge in sweet gasoline.
Sam I Am sent her out after me,
Chased me west of Texas,
And out to Tennessee.
And it's a funny way how she keeps me,
At the edge of my seat,
With fire underneath,
Ya know.
He's got the Devil's charm,
And good looks for selling.
With a vicious plan,
You wouldn't understand,
So there ain't no point in telling.
Said we're all just wolves,
Out for your skin,
And it's all honest smiles,
If we stay friends.
And it's a funny way,
How she keeps me,
Between the burning edge,
And the gasoline,
Ya know.
And I'm a sucker for something I can't have,
With venomous bones and cigarette drags,
Ya know.
And it's a funny way, how she keeps me,
Between the guillotine and the magazines,
Ya know.
And I'm a sucker for something I can't have,
An addict for dramatics,
And all that she has,
Ya know.