Long hair, blue jeans Hugging a rifle to his chest Pretty soon I'll forget you But the girl you screwed Is waiting now In front of Hachiko, for a trick Next time you see her, tell her I said I like her still Mohican cut, by the police box Ready to die to cut a pose So that's okay, why not, I say The guy you screwed Is waiting now In front of Hachiko, for a trick If I meet him now, I'll tell him for you You said you like him still I can hear them singing the blues This town kind of s**s, you know In the black rain that's coming down It's your blood boiling up It's your blood sticking to the ground