well, your momma and your poppa sent ya to the finest school

never let it be said that their little darlin was a fool.

with a credit card and your good name

you were drawn like a moth to a flame

to the people of the night where you more or less lost your cool



it's been a gas but i'm gonna have to pass

chorus



these are not my people no

these are not my people

and it looks like the end my friend

gotta' get in the wind my friend



well you find your self naked in the world with no place to hide

and you felt for the pulse of you're god and he had died

now you're rebels that have got no cause

lord, you're tigers that have got no claws

well they promised you the world on a string but you know they lied



oh, you said you'd be back in a black cadillac limousine

but you know im inclined to think it's not the kind you mean

'cause when you fall down from off your cloud

and you're just another face in the crowd

there gonna throw you away like last weeks magazine



note: repeat its been a gas but i'm gonna have to pass

before each chorus