Mr. Hyde

Introductions were made at the age of fifteen

By a suicidal prophet in a halcyon limousine

Fueled by the agents that help us slow down the ride

I'll took a shotgun position across from Mr. Hyde

Cooling out in the bloodshot blaze of the summer sun

Out to give this life a chance and have me a little fun

Whoever told the truth they told the truth when they lied

When you're a walking approximation of Mr. Hyde

Now I'm rolling through town in that self same limousine

With a couple of coked up beauties that I ain't never seen

Oh I feel like I'm on a roll

Hyde's doing the talking and I'm outta control

Rice paper walking my way to the top of the pile

In a see through world full of cellophane smiles

And what I have learned in ten thousand days

There's no way out of this fucking maze

And life is much harder than I thought it would be

Than when I first heard it explained to me

When the questions were all simple and all cut and dried

And they're weren't no talking about ole Mr. Hyde

Cause now they wanna come into my house cut off my hair

Tell me what to do and tell me what to wear

Come up to me and say they'll fill my needs

And then watch me bleed

And so I'm getting sick and tired of the whole damn system

Line the greedy motherfuckers up and then I'll cold fist 'em

Fueled by the agents that help us slow down the ride

I'll take a shotgun position till the day I die