Space City

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.