Introductions were made at the age of fifteen By a suicidal prophet in a halcyon limousine Fueled by the agents that help us slow down the ride I'll took a shotgun position across from Mr. Hyde Cooling out in the bloodshot blaze of the summer sun Out to give this life a chance and have me a little fun Whoever told the truth they told the truth when they lied When you're a walking approximation of Mr. Hyde Now I'm rolling through town in that self same limousine With a couple of coked up beauties that I ain't never seen Oh I feel like I'm on a roll Hyde's doing the talking and I'm outta control Rice paper walking my way to the top of the pile In a see through world full of cellophane smiles And what I have learned in ten thousand days There's no way out of this fucking maze And life is much harder than I thought it would be Than when I first heard it explained to me When the questions were all simple and all cut and dried And they're weren't no talking about ole Mr. Hyde Cause now they wanna come into my house cut off my hair Tell me what to do and tell me what to wear Come up to me and say they'll fill my needs And then watch me bleed And so I'm getting sick and tired of the whole damn system Line the greedy motherfuckers up and then I'll cold fist 'em Fueled by the agents that help us slow down the ride I'll take a shotgun position till the day I die