Long hair, blue jeans
Hugging a rifle to his chest
Pretty soon I'll forget you
But the girl you screwed
Is waiting now
In front of Hachiko, for a trick
Next time you see her, tell her
I said I like her still
Mohican cut, by the police box
Ready to die to cut a pose
So that's okay, why not, I say
The guy you screwed
Is waiting now
In front of Hachiko, for a trick
If I meet him now, I'll tell him for you
You said you like him still
I can hear them singing the blues
This town kind of s**s, you know
In the black rain that's coming down
It's your blood boiling up
It's your blood sticking to the ground