Lyrics:

He's a real hot looker
lit smokes slung up his lip.
When he walks on by,
looks him straight in the eye.
Got both hands on his hips.

Motor City bad boy.
Took hard knocks all his life.
Now he's got a grudge,
don't need no judge
to tell him what's wrong and what's right.

Said, 'Comin' through,
hell or high water.
Straight for you,
hell or high water.'

Got a girl named Rita,
and, hey girl, you best not flirt.
Because if he gets wind,
it's over my friend,
Music is a natural urge.

Slicked back, rough and ready.
Street was all he knew.
'Til that final day,
they took him away,
talkin' 'bout the men in blue.

He said, 'Came for you,
hell or high water.
Straight for you...'
Oh!

Oh Oh Yeah

Five long years he waited
to get out of that steel room.
When they set him free
said 'Goodbye cool bee,
see you again real soon.'

So listen closely tough boys
if you think you've got it licked:
better play by the rules,
not with the fools.
I hope that this message will stick.

They might come for you
hell or high water.
Straight for you
hell or high water.
They just might come for you
hell or high water.
Straight for you
hell or high water.
Hell or high water!