Heaven is laying in my sweet baby's arms, hell is when my baby's not here.

I may be crazy, but it keeps me from going insane.

So I'm not very popular here with those inside the system, as you might guess. I never wanted to be.

This world that I live in is empty and cold/the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul.

I might be an endangered species.

Ladies love outlaws, like babies love stray dogs. Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold, outlaws touch ladies somewhere deep down in their soul.

I mean, I think we're put here on earth to make your own destiny, to begin with. I don't think there's anything you can do this way or that way to change anything.