Seven dollars and a Coca Cola
Living in the streets for now
Aroused by the touch of a woman
Passing by me in the bus
Every step I take I wonder why
Jackie the queen makes me cry

(Can’t go on)
Living in a red hot clinic
I'm ready to go
You know?
(Can’t go on)
I'm wasting my rubber soul
On the floor that I don’t love
It blows

Sitting in the back of your Corolla
Hope you’re feeling single tonight
My cigarettes are for Lola
I don’t like the feel in my mouth
Sam won’t you please tell me why
You make such a fool of your life

(Can’t go on)
Living in a red hot clinic I'm ready to go
You know?
(Can’t go on)
I'm wasting my rubber soul
On the floor that I don’t love
It blows