When you have three teenagers, it gives a whole new meaning to "homeland security."

I held four clean aces. I had youth, almost a decade of hard-core bar band experience, a good group of homegrown musicians who were attuned to my performance style and a story to tell.

You can't kill your way to security and you can't lead by scaring people.

I got Mary pregnant and man that's all she wrote. And for my 19th birthday, I got a union card and a factory coat.

You get used to anything, sooner or later it just becomes your life.

Well now I'm no hero, that's understood. All the redemption I can offer girl, is beneath this dirty hood. With a chance to make it good somehow, hey what else can we do now? Except roll down the window, and let the wind blow back your hair. Well the night's busting open, these two lanes will take us anywhere. We got one last chance to make it real.

Someday girl, I don't know when, were gonna get to the place where we really want to go, and we'll walk in the sun. But til then, tramps like us, baby, we were born to run.