First last night we're riding home
With friends in a big blue car
For this man fed us rubbish
As if it were caviar
We told him, 'sir, please go away! '
'we're innocent of crimes! '
He hit me with his black nightstick
And all I heard were cries
I'm falling
I asked her for a date one night
She thought it'd be a laugh
I'd take her to a restaurant
And then up to her pad
I waited at my house that night
For her phone call to come
She'd gone off with a ruffian
And he came by with a gun
I'm falling
Yes I'm falling
