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