Marc and the Rayons, they're packing ray guns Always keep one hand inside their jackets, got their shades on They file into that rusted Pinto Hit that gas and haul that a** to cities you ain't been to I'm getting high in the backseat Jess on instruction and not for loving She ain't going sleep till twenty-eight is hustled down to nothing Jess' such a soldier, it's getting colder She move and stick, yeah, really quick and ain't gonna get much older I'm getting high in the backseat