Girl, you got wise blood to come when summoned I'm an outlaw on the brink of self-implosion Alone in a crowd on the corner Goin' nowhere slow I'm an outlaw on the brink of self-implosion Alone in a crowd on the corner In my walkman, in a snowglobe Goin' nowhere slow I'm an outlaw by the ocean Watch it come crashing against my skin He go from Gene Clark to Clarence White And then he's alright I'm an outlaw on the brink of imploding Alone in a crowd on the corner Burned from vinyl, dimed from cans to the dome I'm an outlaw under Orion's Belt What a dumb thing to sing but it had a ring to it Girl, you got wise blood to come when summoned As my right eardrum drones on through the night now Under exile, 'neath constellations Just to idyl there in slow motion So is the life of the outlaw I'm a villain, I'm a snake-charming, vile human being I'm an outlaw Ooh, shhh!