Ricky was a young boy, he had a heart of stone./Tequila in his heartbeat, his veins burned gasoline./18 and life you got it.
So where do you go? Back to the bottle And back to a tiny room somewhere. And wait. And wait, and wait. That's all.
When I get down to my last dime I'll just walk over to skid row.""There are some real weirdos down there.""They're everywhere.
