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Cowboys and coppers verse injuns and robbers, take a guess for which side I was prone Maniacal pleasures and a taste for misfortune, the legacy for which I was known [Chorus:] Down and out, I scream and I shout. For this man from whom I need my advice If the price is your life son, you'd better think twice as you march to the front like a soldier So you'd think I'd aspire for greatness, hell-Bent to make a name on my own Genetically programmed for the Wheel of Misfortune, I'm an heir to an unwanted throne [Chorus] Now they've all got their theories, opinions and such about this man who is down on his luck Well the offers are plenty, my options are many, still I opt to face my problems alone. From Letras Mania