Words don't tell the story 'bout what you do to me. You thrill me with
your big town. But, you make it so damned hard to breathe. She said,
"Smoke what you can take." And boys you'd best believe she's a mother in
the alley, a killer at heart, Space City. Between the churches and the
stoplights, I took a nightstick to the knees. There were crowds of people
smiling, "If you lived here you would be easy to please." So, I smoked
what I could take and boys you'd best believe, I was outbound on the
freeway with a decent head start.