| Every morning and every night I prepare for what I do |
| Every morning say every night nothing ever reins true |
| Every morning and every night it ain’t gonna change |
| From the crack of dawn to the break of day |
| Till they lay me in my grave |
| Wild as a cyclone |
| I’m smoother than homegrown |
| Short lived and long gone |
| Chiseled on my headstone |
| Every morning and every night I prepare for what I do |
| Every morning say every night I end up black and blue |
| Every morning and every night got no one left to blame |
| From the dirt floor dives to the lows and highs |
| I’ll always be the same |
| Wild as a cyclone |
| I’m smoother than homegrown |
| Short lived and long gone |
| Chiseled on my headstone |
| I’m a bad man |
| I guess that’s something that will never change |
| Blood shot eyes and twisted lies |
| I got one foot in the grave |
| I’m a bad man |
| I guess that’s something that will never change |
| That way I’m feeling right now |
| I got both feet in the grave |
| I’m a bad man |
| Guess I better get on my knees and pray |
| Because it won’t be long |
| No it won’t be long |
| Till I’m 6 feet in the grave |
| Wild as a cyclone |
| I’m smoother than homegrown |
| Short lived and long gone |
| Chiseled on my headstone |
| Wild as a cyclone |
| I’m smoother than homegrown |
| Short lived and long gone |
| Chiseled on my headstone |
| Chiseled on my headstone |