I'm a bad man.

Not that I want to be

                      but circumstances and my history have created

                                                  a mystery in my mind:

the kind that drives men crazy

	                searching for Atlantis or Eldorado

and waiting...

	           anticipating

space ships to come and take me away


                                                   but in the meantime

I'll wreck a few bars

                       crash a few cars

                                          break a few hearts (including mine). 

It's a sign

	      that all is not well in paradise

where I rolled the dice

	               got bitten by snake eyes

		                         run over by boxcars

                                   flat as a pancake

             on the road of life

and the road to happiness will destroy


	                           this bad man...


Well,

            maybe

                         just

                                    a

	                                 boy.