Dead Ends کے بول

Spent a buck for every dime I earned It's the story of my life Down on my luck and now it's time I learned Everything has it's price But broken hearts and empty pockets Don't determine wrong and right When the thoughts that fill your head Are the kind that make your eyeballs sweat at night The view from the alley and the view from the valley Are empty and surrounded by dead ends The bridges that I burned and the lessons that I learned Don't amount to a damn thing in the end Been accused and called a criminal But I've yet to speak my mind I may lose but the damage is minimal And I'll soon respond in kind I need an angel or a patron to save me I need a message or a sign Kings and queens have set me on their assorted paths But I'll find my way in time