I'm afraid that you won't help me
Crossing the street to go to work
I can't make it by myself, I would
Jump out in front of a car

It would hit me
The pain is certainly much
More than I can stand, man
Every other night I dream
Of dying in the street
Bleeding on the avenue
Where you reside

How the impact crushes me
I imagine pieces of skin and bone
Still alive but, nearly dead I have
Jumped out in front of an
Impala station-wagon

Ow! It has hit me
The pain would certainly be
More than I can stand, man
Every other night I dream
Of dying in the street
Bleeding on the boulevard
On which your mama lives