I'm Thrilled To Death With Life.

My Daddy Left Home When I Was Three And He Didn't Leave Much To Ma And Me, Just This Old Guitar And An Empty Bottle Of Booze.

He Was Removed From Jail And Placed In A Place For The Insensitive And Insane.

My Arms Are Too Short To Box With God.

The Ones That You're Calling Wild Are Going To Be The Leaders In A Little While.

I Wear The Black For The Poor And The Beaten Down, Livin’ In The Hopeless, Hungry Side Of Town.