cowboy's and coppers verse injuns and robbers, take a guess for which side i was prone manical 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.