Angel City Outcasts The Chase
Woke up in the morning six on the dot
pulled out in a hurry from the parking lot
I got drop top Cadillac ready to burn
There was a cop behind me as I made the turn
On the Southbound 101 haulin' ass
One hand on the bottle and foot on the gas
As the wheels keep turning round and round
I'm on the highway nowhere bound
And I'm nowhere to be found
Get out of the way!
I'm at the end of my rope now
I've been burning up gas and kicking up dust
I gotta get out of this town
Outside the law
And on the verge of a breakdown
I'm a blazing Molotov cocktail, TNT
Rolled into one
Doing 95 the light of day
Made a call to my cousin in Monterey
He said "no worries man
you know I'll help you hide
And by the way welcome to the other side"
I gotta sawed off shotgun and a box of shells
And my old machete's got a story to tell
If I make it there I'll get off clean
I need whiskey and gasoline
I gotta split this scene
Covered three cities in an hour tops
When the motel clerk tipped off the cops
He said he's seen my face all over the place
On the TV screen during a high speed chase
I got ten grand riding on my head
And a poster "Wanted Alive or Dead"
My eyes are red and the future's dim
I'm out here on a limb
