poor boy
bound and bled
running outta time
poor boy living running outta time
doing life and never known the crime
in a hole
he outta never climb
poor boy
halfway dead
never seen the sign
poor boy he aint never seen the sign
scorpion done crawling up his spine
never knowed
that had crossed the line
I went down
to see my soul
went to see my soul
I went down to sundown see my soul
then my life it went out of control
dealt a hand
and then I had to fold
the devil
he came to me
the devil came to me
the devil came to me gave me hope
the devil's hope is worse than any dope
he left me swinging
from the end of rope
the devil
he is a whore
the devil is a whore and that's for sure
I don't have nothing left no not no more
all my roads come to a single door
I thought I was broke
but I was merely poor
my time
is almost up
my time is almost up
the wine is spilling spilling from the cup
pretty soon the bells are gonna chime
and it will be the last
last of the wine
poor boy
don't you cry
don't you cry for me
poor boy never ever cry for me
don't you know I'm happy as can be
to be nothing
for eternity