I bring you renegade stories. And you tell me I'm crazy and wild. You say that I lack maturity. Stop actin' like a child. But you know I am a liar. And my promises only get in my way.
Dear Mr. President. I live in the suburbs. It's a long way from Washington, D.C.. Had me a job. Workin' for wages. Till the company moved out. And they forgot about me.