Texty: Damn Yankees. Bonestripper.

Written by Tommy Shaw, Jack Blades, Ted Nugent

Ooooh ya got busted
On a midnight ride
And now ya want justice
Well, just step inside

He's gonna roll ya
Like a loaded gun
You pulled the trigger
I heard the shot
You better get your mother
Ready or not

Goin' down (Goin' down)
Bonestripper
Ya don't know what ya got
Until you turn to Mra?¦
(Goin down)
Mr. Bonestripper

Do ya feel lucky
Are you ready to pay
Do ya feel guilty
'Cause it's judgment day

He's got a notion
You'll never see the sun come up again
You make a motion
But he make the law
You're guilty, son
So down you go

Goin' down (Goin' down)
Bonestripper
You don't know what you got
Until you turn to Mra?¦
(Goin down)
Mr. Bonestripper


Time to take your medicine son

He's got a notion
You'll never see the sun come up again
You'll make a motion
But he makes the law
You're guilty, son
So down you go

Bet you wish you was never born

C'mon
Goin' down (Goin' down)
Bonestripper
You don't know what you got
Until you turn to Mra?¦
(Goin' down)
Mister Bonestripper

Goin' down (Goin' down)
Bonestripper
You ain't seen nothin' yet
Until you've seen her Mra?¦
Going down down down down
Mister Bonestripper

I'm goin' down
Yes, I'm goin' down down
Down down down down down down down
Yeah down down