Sink the eight ball
Buy the lady a drink
And nobody knows my name
Bodies float up
From the bottom of the river
Like bubbles in fine champagne

He's the one, no doubt
Walkin' on a tightrope
He's the one, no doubt

Got a gash on my head
And a grin on my face
And a shadow called danger
Hidin' in the sheets and on the streets
In the heart of every stranger

Here he comes, look out
We're depending on you
Here he comes, look out

(Hey)

Sweat on the brow and a tap on the phone
And lives are on the line
Pick up the briefcase
On a high speed chase
Breathin' by the roll of the dice

Reachin' up to the top
Teach the world a lesson
Reachin' up to the top

In regards to my usage of the drug
It modified my personality
To the extent that I was highly irritable
I was like a crack Hitler

Keep up the fight
And in the wink of an eye (never give up)
Oh ah look out

Copyright: BIG THRILLING MUSIC
Writer(s): BILL GOULD, JAMES BLANCO MARTIN, MICHAEL ALLEN PATTON, MICHAEL ANDREW BORDIN, RODDY CHRISTOPHER BOTTUM