Till the day I die, I’ll live a desperate life,
Crawling on my hands and knees, even if;
It is the only way of deceiving sheep,
John Proctor, I repeat your plea,
Because it is my name,

If I have to start the night on fire,
Sit upon every bar stool,
Order a drink, and another,
Refuse my Mother and Father’s advice,
Spread my wings,
Sit at the base of a peach tree,
Wait for James,
Only to find Pearl Hart
Walking down a lonely road,
No streetlights,
Black Stallion,
Holstering a Wolverine Pistol,

Don’t call my name,
I won’t answer,
If you are selling insurance,
Let me warn you beforehand,
I’ll continue to drive,
No seat-belt,
95 in a 70,
Stop for pedestrians,
Help your Old Lady cross the street,
If she likes me,
We might go back to my place,
Re-invent the wagon wheel,

Till the day I die, I’ll live a desperate life,
Crawling on my hands and knees, even if;
It is the only way of deceiving sheep,
John Proctor, I repeat your plea,
Because it is my name,

No point in changing,
Feel comfortable in the skin God gave me,
If you are going to preach,
Don’t waste your time,
More than likely,
I’ll toss your holy book into the ocean,
Watch it sink to the bottom of the sea,
Grab your old lady’s hand,
Kiss her on both cheeks,
Walking along the beachfront,

Surprised when she asked me out,
Couldn’t believe it,
After a couple weeks,
Told me she loved me,
Convinced she would leave me,
Proposed to her,
If she agreed, we were bound,
Still confused how a brown thick woman,
With a round booty,
Could fall in love,
With a schizophrenic,

Till the day I die, I’ll live a desperate life,
Crawling on my hands and knees, even if;
It is the only way of deceiving sheep,
John Proctor, I repeat your plea,
Because it is my name,