Out Of Touch (Oz)

OUT OF TOUCH Going home how does it feel Down the drifters lane You rolling free It kicks you up it feels alright Like the hell in the veins Driving you crazy Driving you mad You slave to the streets It's all you have Got to be bad, got to be cool Under the gun, you ain't no fool You need to rock, you need to roll And you feel no pain Driving me crazy Driving me mad Through the night You slave to the streets It's all you have Ooo... On the edge of the knife Burning out of touch Ooo... When this heart hits the night It never gets enough, yeah On the edge of the knife When this heart hits the night Yee... Ooo... On the edge of the knife Burning out of touch Ooo... When this heart hits the night It never gets enough Burning out of touch Burning out of touch, yeah