Spent a buck for every dime I earned   It's the story of my life   Down on my luck and now it's time I learned   Everything has it's price   But broken hearts and empty pockets   Don't determine wrong and right      When the thoughts that fill your head   Are the kind that make your eyeballs sweat at night      The view from the alley and the view from the valley   Are empty and surrounded by dead ends   The bridges that I burned and the lessons that I learned   Don't amount to a damn thing in the end      Been accused and called a criminal   But I've yet to speak my mind   I may lose but the damage is minimal   And I'll soon respond in kind   I need an angel or a patron to save me   I need a message or a sign   Kings and queens have set me on their assorted paths   But I'll find my way in time