oh baby, gotta get out the map, i'm somewhere down I can't find I been watchin the clock anyplace but not the right time yeah and under the sun lace up my boots and go on gotta strike the match let it burn
when all the smoke was clearing out oh yeah, I was on my own. I ain't coming home to you. I was born to roam the streets Yeah They say a man lives in chains but he is born free he's born free I was in the thick of it, boy, I was in the pines I followed a crippled creek back to the source and I went inside And now i'm inside
the days been growing stranger I been holdin' up fists of rage and I need a change But you been getting lazy this time I got you dead to rights and i'm ready to fight