Ragged Mile

Johnny's in the backseat of the car. 
  - Driving don't know where he's going 
  Yes we got a full tank yeah by far but we are empty rolling 
  and we've forgotten so many passenger and you know the car 
  is stolen.  I'm freakin in the front seat now, yeah, sittin with 
  a gun that's smoking. 

  Johnny went and shocked. 
  - Deputy Sheriff for robbing the bank 
  But he ain't after silver of gold, he just a slice of the 
  yellowcake.  He's swishing flies with big sledge hammers, yeah 
  you know he's running the show.  He thinks he is the big boss 
  man but he straight up outta control. 
  He gone, gone, gone yes he gone.  Gone yes he gone, gone. 

  Johnny's in the races being two face-ist 
  - He really don't know what for. 
  He got cops a'chasing, the music he ain't facing, pedal 
  right down to the floor.  His ideology is cracy as can be, it's all 
  about the top score.  He once upheld the the law, he heading for 
  the wall and all we got to say is, and all we got to say is, 
  He gone, gone, gone yes he gone.  Gone yes he gone, Gone. 

  Johnny's indicating, blinkers on. 
  - But you know'man he ain't turning. 
  Yes he got his mind made up oh, even though he ears are 
  burning.  He looking' in the rear view mirror now, see the 
  chasing lights go spinning round, sirens and alarm bells 
  ringing out, but Johnny don't hear no sound...