Boyd was a cop on the L.A. beat    saw the craziest things that you'd never believe    half- faced teens without a lease on life    coat hangered girls, panicked junkies running dry.    flesh peeling from a rotting stain on the arm.       and punk rock bands that suck like mine.       mom married Boyd when i was just a child    he raised me as his own told me stories late at night,    stars in my head, until mom was bleeding on the phone    spirits crushed by the flash, son i guess you're all alone.    sweat my nights away Boyd's voice like an alarm.       aren't you glad you stayed inside....