My name is in lights above a rundown tavern And it calls me
It's where the women want, need, and bleed for you
This is the kind of place where dreams come true
And God's shaking hands with the devil
They've got bids placed on my head! And it seems as though god is routing against me
And the devil's my best friend And I swear I won't give in, to this feeble attempt
So try and stop me, from seeing you, from feeling you
There is something about the way you move it dull this shiv of a man I am and my love for you
She was bad news, she smoked her cigarettes slow
She killed rock and roll