Well he hung all his wild years    On a nail which he drove    Through his wife's lovely forehead    That he laid on their stove    Then he looked for his matches    And heated the heat    And his soul clasped it's hands    'Bout his deed       Then he took two gallons    Of gas in a can    And doused everything in the house    How nice it was burning    But he didn't look back    Never get caught in a trap       And he felt the same old freedom    He used to feel before    In days of yore       And his boss saw the muzzle    Of his old army gun    The trigger was pulled and he gone    He was catching the glimpse    Of forthcoming live    Well, you've gotta be tough to survive       And the earth kept on turning    Like in days of yore    As an old paltry man reached the shore    And he felt like a little nothing    But there was no more pain    So he jumped and thought    "Let's do it again"       And he felt the same old freedom    He used to feel before    In days of yore    And he felt the same old fre