Wasted - The Runaways

Blue skinned sleeping boys

Man you’re lookin' wasted

Greasy wheels, streets of steel

No tellin' what ya tasted

Good guys bad guys

Doesn’t really matter

Punch drunk, high on junk

Sad you are so shattered

Wasted lives of wasted drives

Wasted days an' wasted nights

Wasted this an' wasted that

Wasted is where you’re at

Torpedoes in tuxedos

Got iron in their hands

Cotton sound, lost an' found

Is in every crazy man

Lonely rain, bad cocaine

Doesn’t really matter

China white, don’t treat ya right

Sad you are so shattered

Wasted lives of wasted drives

Wasted days an' wasted nights

Wasted this an' wasted that

Wasted is where you’re at

Madhouse melodies

Got beach rats on the run

Golden tractors, low plus factors

Silver bullets, rubber gun

Redneck rocker, or devil daughter

Doesn’t really matter

Cheap dope, ya can’t cope

Sad you are so shattered

Wasted lives of wasted drives

Wasted days an' wasted nights

Wasted this an' wasted that

Wasted is where you’re at