He was born to run, born to be a dead man
Born with a pistol in his hand, an unmarked grave above his head
His name was wisdom but they called him Joe
And it's a shame that Uncle Sam always points his finger in your face
Do it my way, you sad disgrace of a man
Pack your bags, hit the road, haven't got one place left to go
I walk alone on down the highway

There's nothing new in reservations
Waiting rooms or changing stations
Money lending, credit changing
Minutes ticking
So all the headlines read the script
But don't know how to feel
And I don't know what to think
And I don't know how to learn
And I don't know how to act
So I walk alone on through the schoolyard
Yes, and I wanna laugh so hard out loud I can hardly stand it
All the animals scream
"Time spent, money made! "

Oh the test, likewise the tops
Where nothing confined you
Where you do what you're told to
And where sirens embrace
Any busted down shack late at night
People will come find you
Oh they'll bend and they'll break you
And where pebbles become stones
Oh, so just before the rocks and the mountaintops and the drops
To make the river flow
Oh, and just mean not for the string unraveled at my feet
Why are the broken glass cracks beneath my shoe?
Time spent, money saved!

Running around, calling their names into the ground
And when that heavy ring comes
The city fills its iron lungs
Make sure everyone can feel its breath
Upon their necks
So I'll be among the ones who run
Forcing slowly towards the sun
And to everyone I ever loved
Take care, God bless, do your best
Leave no unturned stone
Time spent, money grow!