Been walking these streets, my car's sudden broken, damn piece of crap
Tried to change the tyre but someone stole the bleeming jack
So I kicked it in its bonnet and spat on its windscreen, I'm defiant
Tonight I'm gonna get ya with my tyre iron

Dark streets, run down flats full of pimps, ho's and diseases
a teenager looting a grocery store, taking what he pleases
Don't stare at me Lady, I'm not your next client
Step back now or I'll get ya with me tyre iron

Walk to a phone booth to call the AA and for a lift home
Old man coughing blood, Banging at the window
Asks me for a cigarette, I shake my head and turn away
Lift my tyre iron to his face, "Friend, move out my way!"

Trying to find something to eat and something to drink
Get served by a scraggly old lady, wearing a perfume named Stink!
Run my fingers down by my side, inside me a raging fire
Going to smile 'n get ya with my tyre...iron

They finally caught me, damn them bastards in blue
apparently spitting on your victims, leaves behind a strong DNA clue
They never did find my weapon, or a motive for what had been done
but then again, they didn't know of my hijacked dead son