Man in the street no where to sleep

No time for nothing no Patek Phillippe

Pedal to the metal Blow by Blow

You're running with the

Devil it's touch and go

They're leaving you

Nothing nowhere to go

Just put you in the

Corner like an old banjo

The strings are breaking

But you can't say no

You're running with the devil

It's touch and go

All systems go friend of foe

You're caught up in the

Middle where the four winds blow

Come without a warning like a U F O

You're running with the

Devil it's touch and go

You see this woman on a TV show

She's dripping in diamonds from head to toe

They make you believe

It's the status quo

You're running with the devil

It's touch and touch and go