I'm a poor boy, I'm a long way from home. I'm a poor boy, I'm a long way from home. What the others do, the world can't do me no harm. I'm a poor boy, a long way from home.
My mother called me to her bedside. These words she said to me. If you don't quit your rambling ways. They're gonna get you in the penitentiary. Gonna get you in the penitentiary poor boy.
Mind is empty like a six pack. If we could we would throw it away. Silence like silver. Empty words went gold and if we could fly. I close my eyes to see the stranger under my skin.