Third Degree Songtext
von Leslie West

Got me accused of peeping
I can′t see a thing
Got me accused of petting
I can't even raise my hand
Bad luck
Bad luck is killing me
Well, I just can′t stand it no more
No more of this third degree

Well, they got me accused of murder
I ain't never harmed a man
Got me accused of forgery
I can't even write my name


Bad luck
Bad luck, yes it′s killing me
Kill me
Well, I just can′t stand it no more
No more of this third degree
I can't deny I′m sick of this third degree

Got me accused of taxes
I ain't got a lousy dime
Got me accused of children
Ain′t none of them mine

Bad luck
Bad, bad luck
Yes, it's killing me
Well, I just can′t stand it no more
No more of this third degree
Third degree