There was a kid so low, he couldn't stand up
No money, no respect and too much bad luck
Desperation had gotten to him at last
It was dark

Dark alley and a shot gun blast
And I knew a man everyone thought
Was out of his mind
He had a cane and seemed to be around all the time

And it's a shame, when a car rolls past
It was dark
Dark alley and a shot gun blast
Shotgun - no one ever thinks about it
Until your out of your head

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): John Everett Otto, Samuel Robert Rivers, Wesley Louden Borland, William Frederick Durst