Legend

Your mother, she was a wise woman Gave you what she could before her heart was broken By living in a nation made of guarded doors Built by stolen people on a stolen land So you bought a ticket to the far city Go, seek your fortune like they all say And the first devil came dressed in uniform And after that you could choose the easiest way So there you were, the one willing to go all the way With your desperation and your actor's skill And the rage of generations bound in chains You could summon it all at will The worse you became the more you were rewarded Because everybody loves to raise a Cain You were the brand that you created Got tattooed with your name And oh, the legend made, and all the prices paid And all the time you served The second lot of bullets you couldn't swerve And your loco style, to go with your beautiful smile Not a lesson learned, even with all the money burned It's easier to find God in a jail cell Than it is on the streets where you're king With all the wannabe heroes, distorted mirrors And the snake oil poisons that the tricksters bring In the last picture in the car after the Tyson fight With the big devil there beside you at the wheel He put up the bail and now he owns you And there's no way out, no breaking the deal The bodyguards to stop you getting close to All the people that you say that you wanted to save But there are others waiting for you In the hot desert night, they're ready And oh, the legend made, and all the prices paid And all the time you served The second lot of bullets you couldn't swerve And your loco style to go with your beautiful smile Not a lesson learned even with all the money burned And the music still blares out of the boom-box cars Oh the legend made and all the prices paid