Freewheelin'

well I'm freewheelin'
heart stealin' so unfeelin'
gonna leave your head a reelin'
got no class
but you bet I'll laugh last
gonna rev your engine
till you're clean out of gas
well me and the boys
got a penchant for the wicked life
we live by the gun
and speak the language
of the switchblade knife alright
well we'll rock the house
and we'll play too loud
then we'll burn it down
and destroy your town
it'll take ya thirteen years
just to figure out what went wrong yea
I can make it look just like a suicide
"she fell on that knife twenty-nine times."
"look I'm cryin' I ain't lyin'."
"cross my heart and I hope to die."
well we travel around this country
lookin' for some booze and ass
leave a trail of blood, dead bodies
and broken glass yea
well we've got black magic
and the voodoo too
go and call the cops
what are they gonna do?
we got the fires of hell
and the beast is wild tonight
comes a cop about twice my size
"put down your weapons son
now take my advice."
said "fine." and let shots fly
cross my fingers
"hope you don't mind dyin'."
cause I'm death dealin'
soul stealin' born sinnin'
better lock up all your women
son of sam with a mojo hand
I got a bad reputation
don't give a damn
oh well just because
we took your daughter
don't you feel so sad
cause this demon possession
will be the best time the bitch ever had yea
well she'll drink more whiskey
than a sailor should
and she'll be so bad
and she'll be so good
why don't you turn her loose
cause you know she'll never be the same no
cause I'm a freewheelin'
heart stealin' so unfeelin'
better lock up all your women
son of sam with a mojo hand
got a bad reputation
don't give a damn