Keep your eyes wide open, babe

If you decide to take the long walk

My city screams of danger

And you're on borrowed time

It comes from a jealous clock

And you're a permanent stranger

So the last of the wild frontier kings

Is held for further questioning

When nothing's left but death and taxes

The matter of the real fact is

You go through life as someone's doormat

Cause you don't get no sportin' chance

There ain't much distance 'tween a pat on the back

And a kick in the pants



You do the Dogtown Shuffle

Now do you talk the talk?

Yes I do!

I do the Dogtown Shuffle

But can you walk the walk?



Lemme see ya do it one time...

Some self-made guy gets it in the ass

At the local mini-mall

Looks more like a warning than an example

And late at night

They said he used to sleep the sleep of the just

I sleep the sleep of the just after

They said the wild boys go head to head

And like the good book says be quick or dead!

So ante up or let 'em go

Cause I'm filing charges on your soul

It's just a joke and you're the punchline

Yeah, the streets are a million laughs

And if I must, well in, God I trust

Everybody else gotta pay cash...



You do the Dogtown Shuffle

But can you talk the talk?

Let me hear ya!

You do the Dogtown Shuffle

But can you walk the walk?



Now purely off the record, man...

Yeah, I figured I was gonna go down

And get a little breakfast

At the local Taco Truck

Yeah, my guise could use some refinement

But I'm on a self improvement kick these days

So what the fuck?

Hey man, there was a line behind me

A line behind me...

Yeah they always try to nail ya

Mo