Calling all cars My back's to the wall Send me some assistance We've got a bar-room brawl Smoke-filled, dressed to kill Looking like a full-scale riot When all I ever wanted Was just a little peace and quiet Somebody get me out of this hole (These wheels continue to roll) (Have mercy, mercy on my soul) Situation out of control Takin' the curve At a high rate of speed He said, "Wouldn't you know This is all I need Bad luck, pile-up Praying that the brakes will hold Don't you know It makes my blood run cold?" Hey, hey Flames going higher and higher Is it World War III? Is this a trial by fire? Ripstop, sure shot Lord, they're creeping up behind Bye bye, Baby I'm crying on the battleline