Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

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 I turned twenty-one in prison doin' life without parole

No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried

Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied

That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama tried

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 See, I was the wounded master then I was the slave,

My hands and my mouth, aw honey, they was caught in a rage,

See, I was the holy lion then I was the cage,

I was the bleeding actor then I was the stage.

Oh but now you're telling me my heart's sick,

And I'm telling you I know,

And you're telling me you're leaving,

And I'm telling you to go!