Re*ac*tor

Southern man better keep your head
Don't forget what your good book said
Southern change gonna come at last
Now your crosses are burning fast
Southern man

I saw cotton and i saw black
Tall white mansions and little shacks.
Southern man when will you pay them back?
I heard screamin' and bullwhips cracking
How long? how long?

Southern man better keep your head
Don't forget what your good book said
Southern change gonna come at last
Now your crosses are burning fast
Southern man

Lily belle, your hair is golden brown
I've seen your black man comin' round
Swear by god i'm gonna cut him down!
I heard screamin' and bullwhips cracking
How long? how long?

My old car keeps breaking down
My new car ain't from japan
There's already too many datsuns
In this town.

Another thing that's bugging me
Is this commercial on tv
Says that detroit can't make good cars any more.
Motor city.

Who's driving my car?
Who's driving my car now?
Who?

My army jeep is still alive
Got locking hubs and four wheel drive
Ain't got no radio, ain't got no mag wheels
Ain't got no digital clock
Ain't got no clock.

The paint job is lookin' blue
The white walls are missing too
But i guess until i get my car back
This will do.

Who's driving my car now?
Who's driving my car now?
Who?

Who's driving my car now?

So your girlfriend slammed the door shut
In your face tonight, but that's all right
Then she took off to the opera
With some highbrow from the city lights
Well, you grew up on a corner
You never missed a moonlit night.

Some things never change, they stay the way they are.
You were born to rock, you'll never be an opera star
Some things never change, they stay the way they are.

So you stay out all night
Gettin' fucked up in that rock and roll bar
And you never get tired
'cause your drugs are in a little jar.

You were born to rock, you'll never be an opera star.
Some things never change, they stay the way they are.

I was born to rock!

So your girlfriend slammed the door shut
In your face tonight, but that's all right
Then she took off to the opera
With some highbrow from the city lights
Well, you grew up on a corner
You never missed a moonlit night.

Some things never change, they stay the way they are.
You were born to rock, you'll never be an opera star.

Here's a story about surfer joe
He caught the big one, but he let it go
There's somebody satisfied with winning.

Back on the boardwalk there's moe the sleaze
Sells good things and aims to please
He's almost even but he doesn't mind a handout.

Come on down for a pleasure cruise
We're all going on a pleasure cruise
Come on down for a pleasure cruise
Plenty of women, plenty of booze.

Give your ticket to moe the sleaze
He's the one that's weak in the knees
His pants are baggy, but you can see them shaking.

I'll introduce you to surfer joe
He may be there, i really don't know
We can smoke garfong and watch him ride the big one.

Come on down for a pleasure cruise
We're all going on a pleasure cruise
Come on down for a pleasure cruise
Plenty of women, plenty of booze.

Come on down, come on down
Come on down, come on.

Here's a story about surfer joe
He caught the big one, and he let it go
There's somebody satisfied with winning.

Here's a story about surfer joe
He caught the big one, and he let it go
He's somebody satisfied with winning.
He's somebody.