You're a billionaire with a shotgun
And you feel it in the back of your throat
Maybe it's the lonely nights or the days gone by
You know where you got to go

So you hit the streets for a midnight stroll
Or just a breath of fresh air
There's a siren sound up the avenue
And the street light color is a neon blue
What got into you?

In a hurricane with a baseball bat
Three strikes you're out
Storm keeps rollin' on the window panes
With the ladies flying out

So you hit the streets for a midnight stroll
Or just a breath of fresh air
There's a siren sound up the avenue
And the street light color is a neon blue
What got into you?

What got into you?
What got into you?
What got into you?
What got into you?
What got into you?
What got into you?