Death Tone

Ridin' on two wheels Chains hooked on my heels Sittin' on leather Ridin' on steel Put my shades on Hair blows in the wind I give some square the finger Now he won't look again, no he won't Now, you were sittin' home And I got sent to Nam I went to the big house You just worked at job Hear me calling can't you hear my death tone Hear me calling can't you hear my death tone Hear me ride on into the night pull along side If you're looking for a fight My social worker's got me on a chain Keeps me out of jail so the paper prints his name Yes it does, and he likes it Unemployment checks run out next week It won't be very long 'til I'm back on the streets again Hear me calling can't you hear my death tone Hear me calling can't you hear my death tone Hear me ride on into the night pull along side If you're looking for a fight