.....Poor Boy In Shame....

                       His mother sent him out, 
                  'cause of a family disgrace.
                  Now he's on that Road....
                  fightin' the Human Race.

                  This time tomorrow, 
                  not knowing where he'll be...
                  He's on that lonesome road
                  Fightin' only to be free.

                  This time tomorrow,
                  knowin' where he'll be
                  probably workin' on a Job, 
                  Fightin' to be Free.

                  Hang your head Poor boy,
                  Hang it in Shame....
                  Hang your Head poor boy,
                  Never to return again.

                  Your Nights they cost Ya,
                  were your times that good...
                  to be left deserted,
                  and make your way the best you could.
                  
                  Poor Boy you're lost now
                  out on your own....
                  left only to the Heavens,
                  with many a place to Rome.
  
                  I leave you standing now,
                  your thoughts they are confused
                  looking for the End,
                  the beginning you have Abused!