Rockstars Don’t Go to Jail

My left hand on my leather wheel
My right on a female neck
Doin her job
Ready to come
I feel alright at 200 miles ...

Sirens are howling, my bitch is screaming
Cops seem to want something
I'm over the limit
Slam on the brakes
I need to get out to breath the air

Hands on the hood of my Corvet
I feel at ease to regurgitate

You have the right to remain cool
Anything you say can and will be used
In magazines
If you can't
Afford a whore, one will be provided for you

Ho Ho Ho Ho
Don't you know that rock stars never go to
Jail?
Ho Ho Ho Ho
Guilty for having too much fun

A shithead dare to cross my path
To think I won't loose time to teach him math
Jacked closed
Stopping the pose
2 minutes and I'll be suave again

Punch him in his loser face
Send him far away in outer space
His fucking head
Right down on the ground
The Cops are sounding the end of the round

With a gun aimed at me
I feel more secure to pee