Rust on my pickups,
And blood on the stage.
Seeds in the ashtray,
And coke on a blade.
N-Y-C delivers, that's a guarantee,
The only thing that keep the day from me.

Line at the bathroom,
Line at the bar,
Take it outside,
Do the rest in the car.
Hot candy baby's in a bright light fright,
Rock and roll rat race, everybody's uptight, that's right.

Ain't your saint, ain't your enemy,
I'm a long shadow on the highway.
I know this ain't how it's supposed to be,
Baby, I ain't hiding.

Stayed on the dance floor cause you can't find the door.
Can't run out cause there's always more,
Keep on rocking cause it's not even four,
Turn up the bass until your ears get sore.

Ain't your saint, ain't your enemy,
I'm a long shadow on the highway.
I know this ain't how it's supposed to be,
Baby, I ain't hiding!

Ain't your saint, ain't your enemy,
I'm a long shadow on the highway.
I know this ain't how it's supposed to be,
Baby, I ain't hiding!