I know I know I know know know how to use my time up
I try I try I try try try to shoulder that old dream
I go I go I go go go down to the barber
I ask him for the sharpest blade and the thickest cream
He cleans a mean head of hair and he talks about the war time
I ask him for a map and he hands me a bottle of booze
I ask him for a light and he nearly takes both my eyebrows
I drive around all day and night singing Bushwick blues
I drive around all day and night racking up them big miles
I drive through the city filled with suits and silk ties
I pull up next to a woman chewing gum blowing pink smiles
I drive through the city filled with needles and veins
I man leans his head in the windown and he tells me his whole life story
I hand him a cigarette and it's lit 'fore the light turns green
You know a man stands ten feet tall when he's got him a good woman
So he sells his trusty stilts and his creatine
The moonshine barber did me right and I paid cash
He left me with both my ears and a baby face
I drive around all day and night growing back my old mustahce
Looking like the French police in a high speed chase
Run me down