She left the place a rich model sect There were never two on the wheel They would drive for hours blank Tracing white lines for the deal Never knew the day you'd invest Like a needle clings to the vein The engine smoke as she knew they'd gone The last trip on down the drain Never too late - last start Never too late - last start Never too late - last start Never too late - the last stop At the cross tops dropping off Life was like a shotgun, baby Another blast on the run A little fix of adrenaline His heart's beating like a drum Had a dream, not what you'd expect His mind's A Lad Insane The pistol smoke as he knew they'd gone The last trip on down the drain With a leather suitcase A white scared face His mind set on the mission Like a terrorist involved Cold War ammunition Left unused with the fuse intact The package still worked the same The bomb smoke as he knew they'd gone The last trip on down the drain