San Dimas

My name's in lights
Above a run down tavern
That calls to me.
It's where the women want,
And need, and bleed for you.
This is the kind of place where
My dreams come true.

And God's shaking hands with the devil.
They've got bids placed on my head.
And it seems as though God is routing
Against me, and the devil's my best friend.

And I swear I won't give
In to this feeble
Attempt to
To try and stop me
From seeing you.

There is something about...
About the way you move.
It dulls this shiv of a man I am and my love for you.
She was bad news, she smoked her cigarettes slow...

She killed Rock and Roll.

And I swear I won't give
In to this feeble
Attempt to
To try and stop me
From seeing you,
From feeling you.