I, I'm driving black on black
Just got my license back
I got this feeling in my veins this train is
coming off the track
I'll ask polite if the devil needs a ride
Because the angel on my right ain'
Well I wanted you
I wanted no one else
I thought it through
I got you to myself
You got off
Every time you got on to me
I got caught up
In favorable slavery
Was it wrong? Was it wrong?
Well you can dig me up a grave
And try and stick me in the ground
Well you can tie me to the bed
And try and beat me half to death
But you can never keep me down
Well you can stick me in a hole
