High Plains Drifter Lyrics

(Beastie Boys/Dust Bros.) 

     'Cause I'm a high plains drifter
     And I'm the drifter
     The high plaind drifter
     And I'm the drifter
     They can't catch me they never gonna find me
     They're never gonna know that I'm the High Plains Drifter
     Pulled over to the river to take a rest
     Pulled out a pair of pliers pulled the bullet out of my chest
     Fear and loathing across the country listening to my 8 track
     I reached behind the seat to snach a cool one from the pack
     A long distance from my girl and I'm talking on the cellular
     She said that she was sorry and I said yeah the hell you were
     Check my rear view mirror check the gold tooth display
     Check out the odometer and I was on my way
     Cause I'm a high plains drifter the best that you can get
     A strapped shoplifter a pirate on cassette
     Bust a Travis Bickle when I feel that I'm getting pushed
     Don't step to me cause you're gonna get mushed, cinaster...
     I'm doing 120 plowing over mail boxes
     Radar detector to tell me where the cops is
     Spend another night at the Motel 6
     It's five dollars extra get the porno flicks
     And then I...
     Concoct a black and tan in my brandy snifter
     I'm a kleptomaniac K-Mart shoplifter
     Cash flow getting low so I had to pull a job
     I found a nice place to visit but a better place to rob
     I left my car outside and the engine's still revvin'
     Takin' care of business at 7-Eleven
     And then
     I went inside to make my withdrawal
     I saw all that he had, but I had to take it all
     Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me on the price
     So I clocked him off the turban with the bag of ice
     Cause I'm mellow like Jell-O cool like lemonade
     Made my getaway and then I thought that I had it made
     I feel like Steve McQueen a former movie star
     Look in my rearview mirror seen a police car
     Ballantine quarts with the puzzle on the cap
     I couldn't help but notice I was caught in a speed trap
     Dirty Mary Crazy Larry on the run from Dirty Harry
     Stash the cash in the dash but my gun I did carry
     I'm seeing blue and red flashing deep in the night
     I got my alibi straight and I pulled over to the right
     The cop knocked on my window and said Boy where's the fire
     you've got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald front tire
     *Outta the car longhair* your goose is cooked
     Read me my rights fingerprinted and booked
     Cause I'm a high...
     Makin' like a D.T. driving a Gran Fury
     Wherever I hang my hat's my home and my past is kind of blurry
     Every dog will have its day and mine will be in front of a jury
     High Plains Drifter you know what I'm never in a hurry
     Read me my rights as if I didn't know this
     Threw me in the tank with the drunk called Otis
     With his five o' clock shadow he smelled of 3-day old beer
     My man turned to me and said why are you here?
     I said I'm charming I'm dashing I'm rental car bashing
     Phony paper passing at Nix Check Cashing
     I went before the judge he sent me to the Brooklyn House of D.
     He said you behave or we'll throw away the key
     Harry Houdini'd out the cuffs I kicked the screw in the knee
     Took the bailiff's wallet and went straight to O.T.B.
     I had a good feeling easy come easy go
     I bet on one horse to win and another just for show
     And sure enough that nag came in
     Brought my ticket to the window and collected my win
     And then I broke into my new car with a wire coat hanger
     Hot wired hot wheeled and *Suzy is a headbanger*