The clock strikes ten
Out on the streets again
I been looking for something to please me since I don't know when
Out on the dark side of town [bad word] gone down
And life on the high side isn't what this boys about

She's got something I want man, it's something I need
It takes more than the night to satisfy me...
I stand accused
That I can [bad word] to you
Any road that you choose
I can [bad word] to you
I stand accused
I can [bad word] to you [bad word] to you
Baby, I can [bad word] 
To a heart of chrome
And a soul of steel
We've done more white lines than you'll know any one we could steal
And when I give her the gun
You know she feels so right
And we don't let go when we're alone when I'm holding her so tight.

She's got something I want man, it's something I need
It takes more than the night to satisfy me.
I stand accused
I can [bad word] to you
Any road that you choose
I can [bad word] to you
I stand accused
I can [bad word] to you [bad word] to you