Target

Doing bad things in the heat of the moment

Black fish scales on the leg burn smoking

Free love hippies do it on the terrace

Bounced by the sun-god echo connection

A smoke screen lover reaches in a pocket

and takes 20 dollars out of John Doe’s wallet

I’m swimming like a shark through the concrete ocean

The slick back phantom moves in slow motion

Hey girl, don’t make me go

Don’t make me go down that Indian sunburn road

Don’t make me go, don’t make me go down that Indian sunburn road

A cocaine cowboy rides into the sunset

A car backfires and we hit the pavement

It’s gold red lace like a Chinese dragon

The matchstick palace burns down to ashes

Good times roll on the Mississippi

And they roll and they roll and they roll and they roll

Hey girl, don’t make me go

Don’t make me go down that Indian sunburn road

Don’t make me go, don’t make me go down that Indian sunburn road

Gotta let the good times roll