Death Tone

Ridin' on two wheels
Chains hooked on my heels
Sittin' on leather
Ridin' on steel

Put my shades on
Hair blows in the wind
I give some square the finger
Now he won't look again, no he won't

Now, you were sittin' home
And I got sent to Nam
I went to the big house
You just worked at job

Hear me calling can't you hear my death tone
Hear me calling can't you hear my death tone
Hear me ride on into the night pull along side
If you're looking for a fight

My social worker's got me on a chain
Keeps me out of jail so the paper prints his name
Yes it does, and he likes it

Unemployment checks run out next week
It won't be very long 'til I'm back on the streets again