Out Of Touch

OUT OF TOUCH

Going home how does it feel

Down the drifters lane

You rolling free

It kicks you up it feels alright

Like the hell in the veins

Driving you crazy

Driving you mad

You slave to the streets

It's all you have

Got to be bad, got to be cool

Under the gun, you ain't no fool

You need to rock, you need to roll

And you feel no pain

Driving me crazy

Driving me mad

Through the night

You slave to the streets

It's all you have

Ooo... On the edge of the knife

Burning out of touch

Ooo... When this heart hits the night

It never gets enough, yeah

On the edge of the knife

When this heart hits the night

Yee...

Ooo... On the edge of the knife

Burning out of touch

Ooo... When this heart hits the night

It never gets enough

Burning out of touch

Burning out of touch, yeah