The Lyrics
Drivin' like hell cause the cops are out to seize you for your crimes,
What will you gain to make that chase a little longer.
Headin' for hell as the spike strips turn your rubber into steel,
Shelter can't find; chasing behind your cars a croaker.
Like lightening, you're running from a ranger,
You stupid fool, put everyone in danger.
Run wading through, no driver cares to stand you,
You've got dope in your glove closet, (Dope in your glove closet)
And you're hoping cops won't spot it. (You’re hoping cops won't spot it)
Cops are wishing so to greet you,
When they catch you they will beat you,
Grab on and run as cops scramble more.
It's hard to steer; linkage out of line now.
And it's real hard to keep control.
They're gonna stop you, they're gonna stop you,
They're gonna stop you, when tires blow.
And you just hit another signpost,
Best get your car back up on the road.
No one to help you, no one to help you,
No one to help you, no where to go.
On through the night as you ride and shake so bold you run red lights.
Hold on your seat a second tan moving car they send you.
You hear a noise and believe that spraying was sure a sprained lug,
Missing a tree, onward you flee in your world of bad guys.
Cops tightening, your tires start to smolder,
Cops dutiful, as chase gets ever bolder.
You're looking for, somewhere to ditch this Lancer [1],
You race on seeking some seclusion, (race on seeking some seclusion)
Cops compounded their occlusion, (compounded their occlusion)
You'll hate life the way they'll treat you,
Cops just want to beat you,
Grabbin' your butt out a shambled Ford®.
You will spend years lingering inside now,
'Cause of your crime, you lost control.
Now they will jail you, now they will jail you,
Now they will jail you, that’s where you'll go.
And you must pay now for every signpost,
That your car whacked on off the road.
And so they jail you, and so they jail you,
And so they jail you, won't let you go.
The cops will throw...
The cops will throw...
The cops will throw you...
The cops will throw you...
The cops will throw you...
And how they'll throw you,
Don't wanna hear you.
They just wanna bust you,
Seized and they jail you, and they jail you,
You've the right not be sayin',
You were dopin', and drinkin', and playin',
The booze got you stinkin'
Gee, how you're seething,
Can't ever, never make them let go.
Hold your "ralph" down, hold your "ralph" down,
Why can't you hold your "ralph" down?
Why can't I piss in the can?
Busting!
Oh to that place can't make your way to,
That place where you can pee to, un-fill you,
Cops got you all laid out prone,
You can't think clearly,
Don't know exactly what you're hearin',
'Cause you're in trouble from too much brew,
You begin to see what you are pleading to,
No gloves, please, glove - ooooh!
Gloving is their way of searching in you,
Why must they be so cruel, oh so cruel,
Oh, you're one damn fool...