They called him crazy on the streets, young and angry, one bad seed
He wore the colors of his call, he'd be the baddest of them all
Shoot out came down in a police raid
By a Smith & Wesson .38 at 17 he met his fate
Fallen hero, what were you trying to prove?
Fallen hero, all you got was front page news
It's too late, tough break, read your epitaph
Fallen hero, how many others will follow in your path?
He had a lady, now she cries alone
It would come to this, she's always known
She remembers how he used to say, there ain't no future anyway
Sirens echo in the night, now his name is the battle cry
Of another boy who lives to die
Chorus
And so the story lives on of how his glory was won
And no lesson ever learned of the tragedies to come
Sirens echo in the night, now his name is the battle cry
Of another boy who lives to die |
