Deserted land, 3 a.m. on Main Street
Stood Bloods and Crips all full of fight
In my old Volks I'm lookin' quite silly
Waiting, laid low, for change of light
I see with dread over my shoulder
Those young and tough approach my way
Here in the hood I've visions of dyin'
And through my fears I start to pray

Fuel gauge, don't be on zero
("visionin' pool cue and knife)
Fuel gauge, don't be on zero
Young crack heads take out my life
And the fuel gauge failed to show
Above empty – then I yelled NOOOO !
Fuel gauge, don't be on zero
Come help me flee

My clothes an' shoes were dropped at your bedside
Sheets disarrangin' all around
No need to hide: "My man's on maneuvers
We've lots of slack to fool around"
I heard his Volvo scream and slide up
The hinges snapped when screen door slammed
My willy's stand washed up in a moment
I'm shittin' - I'm for certain dead

I fled

Fuel gauge, don't be on zero
Now I have fooled with his wife
Fuel gauge, don't be on zero
Or it's the end of my life
And the fuel gauge failed to show
Above empty – "Eek! Oh please, no"
Fuel gauge, don't be on zero
Come help me flee

I thought to slip away would be better
To coldish hills, I drived away
I set up tent, but little did me know
A big brown bear, me, eyed like prey
I'd parked the damn car too far away