I scored some speed in San Berdino So me and baby could get a little bump And now she's in that motel room Puttin' on a show for some chump Yeah, well baby's gotta make a livin' And I don't mind waitin' out in the car 'Cause I got some nine millimeter muscle In case things go too far. You know I try to take it easy man And just go with the flow But sometimes things can get a little bit Out of control. Well my old man worked his whole life In the Kaiser steel slag pit And I worked there for awhile back when I was a kid But I got tired of all their shit But that was years ago man Before they tore that Fontana plant down And my old man smoked himself Into a six-foot hole in the ground. And I got the same bad habit And it'll probably take its toll But sometimes it's the only thing that keeps me From goin' out of control. Well my ex-wife's workin' evenings At a Sizzler makin' minimum wage And she's cleanin' up other people's houses Every day just like some slave She's livin' with the kids in a mobile home Just off the 60 freeway Some nights I go to see her And sometimes she lets me stay. Since she found Jesus She's always tryin' to save my soul Yeah but every now and then she still likes to get A little out of control. I used to work a little construction But I never got along with my boss So I do a little import/export Makin' enough just to cover my costs And I'm losin' my hair and I'm losin' my teeth But I'm tryin' to keep my grip And live to see one more day Without makin' any stupid slips. You know I could have played the game man And just done what I was told But I guess I was born just a little bit Out of control. When baby gets done in there I'm gonna Take her for a little ride Cruise up into the mountains Park the car and get a little high 'Cause baby likes to look at the shootin' stars And make wishes as they fly by And I like lookin' down at the city From way up there in the sky. Then I pull baby close to me When it starts gettin' cold Close my eyes for a little while and let the world Spin out of control.