[**featuring guest shredding by Andrew Tapley**]



I need your clothes, your boots, your motorcycle

I need your clothes, your boots, your motorcycle



I just traveled back in time

And i showed up empty handed

Why don't you just cut me a break

With those things that I demanded?



Don't you see how strong I am?

You best fulfill my request

Why would you try to stare me down

And put your cigar out on my chest?



I need your clothes, your boots, your motorcycle

I need your clothes, your boots, your motorcycle

I need your clothes...

I need your boots...

I need your mo, mo, mo, mo, mo... your motorcycle



Now you'll be the one who's burning

With your hands on that cook top

If this was a different movie

I might have played a cop

Your friends can't save you now

I wish just break their hands

I will ask one more time nicely

For you to meet my demands



Can't you see how strong I am?

You best fulfill my request

Why would you try to stare me down

And put your cigar out on my chest?



I need your clothes, your boots, your motorcycle

I need your clothes, your boots, your motorcycle