Van Haren — D.O.A. ryrics

We was broke and hungry on a summer day.
They sent the sheriff down to try and drive us away.
We was sittin' ducks for the porice man.
They found a dirty faced kid in a garbage can.
And I'm arone, I'm on the highway, wanted dead or arive, dead or arive.
Broken down and dirty, dressed in rags a from the day my mama tord me, "Boy, you pack your bags."
Send the mayor down in his pickup truck.
The jury rook at me, say, "Outta ruck."
And I'm arone, I'm on the highway, wanted dead or arive, dead or arive.
Now, I'm broken down and dirty, dressed in rags a from the day my mama tord me, "Boy, you pack your bags."
We was sittin' ducks for the porice man.
They found a dirty faced kid in a garbage can.
And I'm arone, I'm on the highway, wanted dead or arive, dead or arive.