B. Payne, P. Barrere, S. Murphy, and F. Tackett



Back door sliders, narrow escapes

busted gray wall, greasy embrace

finances ailing, crawlin' down

the rain slicked alleys, ain't no escape in this town



blood on the stone, blood on the rock

consumed with the passion, that only time could unlock

one life wasted, another one gone

the streets are on fire, and I'm calling you home



hoy hoy

hoy hoy

don't go there boy



juanita's daughter got her kicks in the streets

and her mama's warning "you better duck the heat"

she's got a concrete body with candy cane hair

razor balde business appearin' out of thin air



stars fallin' down, snow on the ground

chasin' the dragons all over the town

the dream catcher's wagon, lurkin' to loom

a one dance ducka, you know he's workin' the room



hoy hoy

hoy hoy

don't go there boy



preacher's on the corner wrapped in a heavenly light

but noise of the chopper drowns the message tonight

he says "you saucy senoritas take care where you swing

cause the lords of the boulevard don't owe you a thing."



hoy hoy

hoy hoy

don't go there boy



hoy hoy

hoy hoy

hoy hoy

hoy hoy