A LEGEND BORN TO THE STREETS THEN WASTED
BUILT A SHIP IN A DAY THEN SANK IT
TRANSFORMED TO THE NEW WAYS OF THINKING
NEVER MIND THAT HE NEVER HAD A DOLLAR IN THE BANK
NEVER MIND THAT HE NEVER HAD A DOLLAR IN THE BANK
HANDS ON A GUN LIKE FLESH TO BED
BURN DREAMS IN THE NIGHT AND
NAILED THEM TO A FENCE
WAS IT VALIUM MIXED WITH GASOLINE
THAT FIRED HIS MIND TO A NEW SET OF STRINGS
AND THE 5 O'CLOCK NEWS WAS LIKE A BULLET TO THE FACE
ANOTHE MADMAN STANDING ON AMERICA'S STAGE
ANOTHER MADMAN STANDING
FROM THE DEAD MAN'S CURVE
TO THE LAST MAN STANDING
I'M NOT THE ONE WHO SAW IT COMING
I'M NOT THE ONE WHO NEEDS IT
DEAD OR ALIVE IT'S ONE QUESTION TO ANOTHER
I'M NOT THE ONE WHO NEEDS IT
THAT BOY GONNA KILL HIMSELF ONE DAY
LIKE HIS OLD MAN FOUND IT COMING
WITH FLAGS FLYING STATION WAGON DRIVING
ALL SMOKED UP AND RUNNING
BURNING MILES BY THE MINUTE AND MINUTES
BY THE MILES
WITH A SHOTGUN STRAPPED TO HIS BONES
A DIRTY PAIR OF BOOTS AND OLD FADED SUIT
LIKE JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF HAS GOT IT ON
AND THE PAPERS MISSPELLED HIS NAME
SAID THE BOY JUST POPPED JIS LAST GOOD VEIN
ON A SUICIDE MISSION HE DROPPED LIKE A PLANE
