racing to the red light

i'll quit my job

and leave this place

got a guitar in a machine gun case

i'll make no judgment

i'll let it all pass

looking at the world through bullet-proof glass

the access road backed-up to the ramp

they won't let you in and they don't give a damn

racing to the red light

momma says to get your face to the fire

put the guitar down

put the clothes in the dryer

put the guitar down

quit making it ring

a little bit of hope is a dangerous thing

a dangerous thing

well i shoulda known

gotta quit doing it soon as i'm grown

gotta get my hands back down in the dirt

if you liked what you're doing

it wouldn't be work

if you liked what you're doing

it wouldn't be good

nobody else in the neighborhood's got that kinda money

that kinda pride

and we're all pretty well satisfied

racing to the red light

racing to the red light

two fifty worth of gas on pump number five

a lottery ticket and a colt 45

scratch it right off

cash it back in

just give me five more somebody gotta win

somebody gotta win

it happens all the time

ending up spending your every last dime

racing to the red light

i'll quit my job and leave this place

gotta guitar in a machine gun case

if i play it just right i can live like a king

a little bit of hope is a dangerous thing

a little bit of hope

a dangerous mind

cut your throat for your space in line

racing to the red light