Skillet blonde baby going to milk it dry Ain't got no horseshoes but got a sparkle in his eye Warm and cuddled in a burlap sack Step on the crack and your going to break your mother's back
Chorus
Have you made it where you wanna be
Verse
Runt of the litter kissed the pavement ever since Told him to stand up straight but he's hooked and bent Feels like a sticky rim soda can Half full, half empty, couldn't tell you were he's been
Embracing the fog like a friend in the bay Charted a boat headed out to sea Found religion but did he find Jesus Walking on the water Or lost in mystery