Gwam
Judy give up the stealing
And I know your selling sex
You can't get love no more
And I know it gets you upset see
She the type of woman put a gun to her hand
Leave me all dead up in the sand
Different kind of woman make you cut your arm
She took a big load in my car
Oh there's got to be
And easy way out
(If you stop looking so hard I'm sure you'll find it somewhere)
(Whatever dude)
Well, ghost writers they call them ghost writers
Every time we party we fulfill the danger
Ghost writers they call them ghost riders
Every time we party we fulfill the danger
You gotta give up your sensi
Believe me it's true
Cause we fight everyday
For a fortunate youth
Still there's got to be
Still I know
Got to find an easy way out
Got to find an easy way out
Got to find an easy way out now oh god
Ooohhh weee
If you can feel the rythm