Besedila:
Golden Earring Something Heavy Going Down

something going down Something heavy going down And there's more to it than a pistol and a gun There's something going down, down, down, down, yeah Something heavy going down

was alone in bed I could still smell your perfume Drifting through the smoke signals of your black cigarettes You gotta hold on me, straight to the bedroom When my nerves went cracking down

a line in the sky, Radar Love No more speed, I'm almost there Gotta keep cool now, gotta take care Last car to pass, here I go And the line of cars drove down

at me And I'm feelin' proud When the lady smiles, She holds me in her hand As a matter of fact, She could always let me down But when the lady smiles

falling down a spiral, destination unknown A double-crossed messenger, all alone I can't get no connection, can't get through, where are you Well the night weighs heavy

just run out of gas We gotta beat the road with four-wheel thunder There's a Cadillac dealer in Kansas City counting money And the highway patrol ain't going