I came to tell my story to all these young and eager minds. To look in their unspoiled faces and their curious bright eyes. Stories of corruption, crime and killing, yes it's true.
A bloody nose, empty pockets, a rented car with a trunk full of guns. It ain't true that the sun don't rise in Vegas,. I've seen it once. She might have been somebody's mama.
Life ain't nothing but a blending up of all the ups and downs. Dammit Elvis, don't you know. You made your Mama so proud. Before you ever made that record, before there ever was a Sun.
I'm not good with numbers. I just count on knowing when I'm high enough. A mule with only two legs counting steps. Toward dangling carrots don't add up.