 Struck the ground with your little desert dukes and your friends all acting cool. And now you're ending up being too big for your britches. Good times hanging on by a thread. This city's got a way of making you think. You got it all together, but you lose your head. Go down. Away after midnight else. Go down. Hopping out that little hose. Go down. Don't get caught in the streets. Go down. You only end up chasing the flame on it. Go down.