Chase Songtext
von Angel City Outcasts

Woke up in the morning six on the dot Pulled out in a hurry from the parking lot
I got a drop top Cadillac ready to burn There was a cop behind me as I made the turn On the southbound 101 haulin′ ass
One hand on a bottle and foot on the gas
As the wheels keep turning round and round I'm on the highway nowhere bound Get out of the way!
I′m at the end of my rope now
I've been burning up gas and kicking up dust
I gotta get out of this town
Outside of the law!
And on the verge of a breakdown
I'm a blazing Molotov cocktail, TNT rolled into one Doin′ about ninety five in the light of day
Made a call to a cousin in Monterey
He said no worries man you know I′ll help you hide And by the way welcome to other side
I got a sawed off shotgun and a box of shells
And my old machetes got a story to tell If I make it there I'll get off clean I need whiskey and gasoline Covered three cities in an hour tops
When the motel clerk tipped off the cops
He said he′d seen my face all over the place
On the TV screen during a high speed chase
I got ten grand riding on my head
And a poster?
Wanted alive or dead?
My eyes are red and the future's dim
I′m out here on a limb