Wasted — текст песни (The Runaways)

(Joan Jett/Kim Fowley)

Blue skinned sleeping boys
Man you`re lookin` wasted
Greasy wheels, streets of steel
No tellin` what ya tasted
Good guys bad guys
Doesn`t really matter
Punch drunk, high on junk
Sad you are so shattered

Wasted lives of wasted drives
Wasted days an` wasted nights
Wasted this an` wasted that
Wasted is where you`re at

Torpedoes in tuxedos
Got iron in their hands
Cotton sound, lost an` found
Is in every crazy man
Lonely rain, bad cocaine
Doesn`t really matter
China white, don`t treat ya right
Sad you are so shattered

Wasted lives of wasted drives
Wasted days an` wasted nights
Wasted this an` wasted that
Wasted is where you`re at

Madhouse melodies
Got beach rats on the run
Golden tractors, low plus factors
Silver bullets, rubber gun
Redneck rocker, or devil daughter
Doesn`t really matter
Cheap dope, ya can`t cope
Sad you are so shattered

Wasted lives of wasted drives
Wasted days an` wasted nights
Wasted this an` wasted that
Wasted is where you`re at