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.