Sleepy town ain't got the guts to budge. Baby this emptiness has already been judged. I wanna go out tonight I wanna find out what I got. You're a strange part of me you're a preacher's girl. And I don't want no piece of this mechanical world. Got my arms open wide and my blood is running hot. We'll take the midnight road right to the devil's door. And even the white angels of Eden with their flaming swords. Won't be able to stop us from hitting town in this dirty old Ford. Well it don't take no nerve when you got nothing to guard. I got tombstone in my eyes and I'm running real hard. My baby was a lover and the world just blew her away. Once they tried to steal my heart beat it right out of my head. Well baby they didn't know that I was born dead. I am the iceman fighting for the right to live. I say better than the glory roads of heaven. Better off riding hell-bound in the dirt. Better than bright line of the freeway. Better than the shadows of your daddy's church. Better than the hands of waiting (?). Baby better off is the search.