I sit alone in my locker room with the door open. I've been thinking over things and know what I must do. I take my guitar out of the case and strum a few chords to make sure it's in tune. I haven't played in some time, but it's just like riding a bike. As I sit and think some more the perfect song comes to mind. I start to play it and sing in a haunting voice.
"Riding through this world, all alone
God takes your soul; you’re on your own
The crow flies straight, a perfect line
On the devil’s back until you die
This life is short, baby that’s a fact
Better live it right, you ain’t coming back
Gotta raise some hell before they take you down
Gotta live this life
Gotta look this world in the eye
Gotta live this life ’till you die
You better have soul, nothing less
Cause when it’s business time, it’s life or death
The King is dead, the light goes on
Don’t lose your head when the deal goes down
Better keep your eyes on the road ahead
Gotta live this life
Gotta look this world in the eye
Gotta live this life until you die"