Mean Streak

headed up down-town gonna have a good look around
runnin 'round upside down, stop hey what’s that sound
Hands down here’s what I found, something from the underground
Said whoa' clown, got knocked down just as I was leavin town

Double-dealin’ free-wheelin' hubcap-stealin even-steven
not believing what I’m seein, feelin like I should be leavin
double-drinkin pistol-wavin' card-cheatin' heart-a-bleedin'
she‘ll catch you leaving, love you hard, hand you out quite a beatin

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She's gotta mean streak, and a drop-you-dead physique
She’s gotta mean streak, Yeah, a real mean streak
She’s gotta mean streak, not helpless, soft, or weak
She’s gotta mean, mean streak

know I probably shouldn’t call her, cause my time is getting smaller
Got blind sided in the alley by, some women basket-ballers
side-winding down the street and, over under through the holler
tried to run a little longer, but found out I couldn’t stall her

Oh brother she’s a mother , a trunk full of big-rig thunder
Kinda makes me wonder, how she was when she was younger
Kicked my ass in a tumbler an' hit me like cold wet lumber
She‘ll tell you she’s your lover, turn and shank you while you slumber

hit the ground a runnin' don't look back for her to foller
she's drivin with her knees and a' loadin' up her revolver
a banger and a brawler, she'll knock you off for a dollar
what'd I get myself into, I knew I shouldn't call her

street-light pinstripes, and a circus midget gun-fight
lord help me send Wesley Snipes smoking up them lucky strikes
plane-flight snakebites, and makin' tracks on motorbikes
get me out by dawns first light, or kiss my lovin' ass goodnight

Lyrics by Douglas Van Quekelberg 2011
Music by Douglas Van Quekelberg and Michael Kreple 2011