Desperate For You — текст песни (motorhead)

What`s up? What`s up? What`s up motherfucker?
I think I call your bluff
Who`s there? Who`s there?
I think I know, but I don`t think I care
Came in on the Flyer honey, 1952.
I ain`t for hire for money so I`ll tell you what I`ll do
I`m gonna be a gangster, a gangster of love
I might not be Al Capone, but I think I`ll be quite good
I`m all I got right now, so what are we gonna do
I think I`m a desperado, desperate for you

Way cool. Way cool.
I don`t talk like this, but I like to bend the rules.
Too bad, it`s too bad.
To think of the face of a man whose woman you had
Came in on the Silver Streak, 1964.

I ain`t for hire for money, but it sure beats being poor
I`m gonna be an outlaw, just like Jesse James
Rob all of your banks
And the occasional train
And if Bobby Ford should shoot me, I know just what you`d do
That`s why I`m a desperado, desperate for you.

I`m gonna blow your brains out, just like Sirhan Sirhan
You might not remember him, but believe me I sure can
Gonna be a national hero, gonna be a household name
Gonna be like a roaring wind, like a hurricane
You`ll never see it coming, might not hear it too
You know I`m a desperado, desperate for you

Desperate man, you know that`s me

Baby

Nobody knows the trouble I`ve seen
But it can be arranged