Motorcycle Boy - Gutterball

Down in Abeline on a midnight cruise

Three dead, four wounded, saw the story on the news

Motorcycle boy, motorcycle boy, motorcycle boy

Lay your legend down

Three creeps in Dallas

Three fish-eyed stares

Three dozen roses and three last prayers

Motorcycle boy

Lay your legend down

Subway Sammy, he got out of line

Swan dive, no survivors

Out of sight, out of mind

Motorcycle boy

Lay your legend down

Over in Virginia, no reason, no rhyme

The girl was named Virginia

That was good enough this time

Motorcycle boy

Lay your legend down

Maybe it was Oxnard where the surfers play

They got nothing better to do

With themselves all day

Motorcycle boy

Lay your legend down