Billionaire

You're a billionaire with a shotgun
And you feel it in the back of your throat
Maybe it's the lonely nights or the days gone by

You know where you got to go
So you hit the streets for a midnight
Stroll or just a breathe of fresh air
There's a siren sound up the avenue
And the street light color is neon blue
What got in to you?
In a hurricane with a baseball bat
Three strikes you're out
Storm keeps rolling on the window panes with the ladies flying out
So you hit the streets for a midnight
Stroll or just a breathe of fresh air
There's a siren sound up the avenue
And the street light color is neon blue
What got in to you?