rust on my pickups   and blood on the stage   seeds in the ashtray    and coke on the blade   NYC delivers thats a guarantee   the only thing that keep the day from me      line at the bathroom   line at the bar   take it outside and do the rest in the car   our candy baby's in a bright light fright   rock and roll rat race everybodys up tight   thats right      Chorus:   Aint your saint aint your enemy   Im a long shadow on the highway   I know this aint how it's supposed to be   Baby i aint hiding      stayed on the dance floor cause you can't find the door   can't run out cause there is always more   keep on rocking cause it's not even four   turn up the bass until your ears get sore