Cowboys and coppers verse injuns and robbers, take a guess for which side I was prone
Maniacal pleasures and a taste for misfortune, the legacy for which I was known
Chorus: Down and out, I scream and I shout. For this man from whom I need my advice
If the price is your life son, you'd better think twice as you march to the front like a soldier
So you'd think I'd aspire for greatness, hell-Bent to make a name on my own
Genetically programmed for the Wheel of Misfortune, I'm an heir to an unwanted throne
Chorus:
Now they've all got their theories, opinions and such about this man who is down on his luck
Well the offers are plenty, my options are many, still I opt to face my problems alone.