ridin´ on to wheels
chainsuit on my heels
sittin´ on leather
ridin´ on steel

put my shades on
hair blows in the wind
i give some square the finger
now he won´t look again, no he won´t

prechorus:
now, you were sittin´ home
and i got sent to nam
i went to the big house
you just worked at job

hear me calling
can´t you hear my death tone
hear me calling
can´t you hear my death tone
hear me ride
on into the night
pull along side
if you´re looking for a fight, yeah!

my social workers
got me on a chain
keeps me out of jail
so the paper prints his name, yes it does, and he likes it

unemployment checks
run out next week
it won´t be very long
´til i´m back on the streets again

now, you were sittin´ home
and i was sent to nam
i went to the big house
you just worked at job

hear me calling
can´t you hear my death tone
hear me calling
can´t you hear my death tone
hear me ride
on into the night
pull along side
if you´re looking for a fight

death tone
death tone
gonna ride on my death tone
yes i am
i´m gonna ride on you baby! oh!