Sparks fly from my eyes
We fuck, 'n worlds collide
You hang on by your fingernails
'n I ride the 3rd rail

In a fit of rage masquerading as passion
She tears his face in her customary fashion
Her eyes glow red, his skin go pain
Now they ride the 3rd rail

Little girl in leather c'mon up to me
an' say, "Mike,
Why would always wanna be messin'
With those big ol' nasty bikes
They'll leave your blood on the highway
In a serpentine trail."
Fuck it, I ride the 3rd rail

Now ride, ride, ride
Wrap you legs round that hot 3rd rail
'n pull your electric face close to mine
And deliver to me of your desires 'n betrayals
'n ride
Incantory, Imflammatory
Watch me go out in a blaze of glory
Hear my story, now hear my story
Get down on your knees, darlin'
Lord, and pray to your maker

Me n' Elvis, n' Jack Kerouac
Me n' Elvis, n' Jack Kerouac
Me n' Elvis, n' Jack Kerouac
With Christ on our shoulder
Gone in October
Now ride...