Harbor Freeway Blues

Loaded on loads, peach-flavored nog
He was out there beyond the law
Walking disaster and he needed some shoes
High speed chase, Harbor Freeway Blues

Was it an accident?
Or was it suicide?
There is no place higher left to go

Pinpoint eyes gotta shoot to feel
Self-infected wounds won't ever heal
Hit that ramp, smashed into the rail
Couldn't go back to Torrance jail

Was it an accident?
Or was it suicide?
There is no place higher left to go
Ahh!

Was it an accident?
Or was it suicide?
There is no place higher left to go



Credits
Writer(s): Dimitri Coats, Keith Morris
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