Dave Alvin Out Of Control Lyrics

Out Of Control Lyrics

Dave Alvin



(Blue Horn Toad Music, BMI)







I scored some speed in San Berdino



So me and baby could get a little bump



And now she's in that motel room



Puttin' on a show for some chump



Yeah, well baby's gotta make a livin'



And I don't mind waitin' out in the car



‘Cause I got some nine millimeter muscle



In case things go too far.







You know I try to take it easy man



And just go with the flow



But sometimes things can get a little bit



Out of control.







Well my old man worked his whole life



In the Kaiser steel slag pit



And I worked there for awhile back when I was a kid



But I got tired of all their shit



But that was years ago man



Before they tore that Fontana plant down



And my old man smoked himself



Into a six-foot hole in the ground.







And I got the same bad habit



And it'll probably take its toll



But sometimes it's the only thing that keeps me



From goin' out of control.







Well my ex-wife's workin' evenings



At a Sizzler makin' minimum wage



And she's cleanin' up other people's houses



Every day just like some slave



She's livin' with the kids in a mobile home



Just off the 60 freeway



Some nights I go to see her



And sometimes she lets me stay.







Since she found Jesus



She's always tryin' to save my soul



Yeah but every now and then she still likes to get



A little out of control.







I used to work a little construction



But I never got along with my boss



So I do a little import/export



Makin' enough just to cover my costs



And I'm losin' my hair and I'm losin' my teeth



But I'm tryin' to keep my grip



And live to see one more day



Without makin' any stupid slips.







You know I could have played the game man



And just done what I was told



But I guess I was born just a little bit



Out of control.







When baby gets done in there I'm gonna 



Take her for a little ride



Cruise up into the mountains



Park the car and get a little high



‘Cause baby likes to look at the shootin' stars



And make wishes as they fly by



And I like lookin' down at the city



From way up there in the sky. 







Then I pull baby close to me 



When it starts gettin' cold



Close my eyes for a little while and let the world



Spin out of control.