Well I've been walkin. Down a one way dirty street. Tryin to find the answers. And I've been hopin. For a chance to meet. The rat that spread the cancer.
When I get up in the morning. Got a world of trouble on my mind. And nothin seems too easy. When your clock's tickin quarter to five. Make my way down to the door.
I hit the road wide open at seventeen. Mama cried herself to sleep. Lost a dad I'd never seen. Took all my childhood friends. Guitar, and a dream. Some say I got it bad.