| A misfit who is old before his time | |
| Poverty has turned him to crime | |
| Boredom gives him too much time to think | |
| He pours another drink. | |
| A burning, bitter taste of irony | |
| A prisoner in the land of the free. | |
| He wonders why his landscape looks so strange | |
| Burger bars are home on the range | |
| An empty bottle falling from his hand | |
| He doesn't understand. | |
| A burning, bitter taste of irony | |
| A prisoner in the land of the free. | |
| A cork unlocks the door to other lands | |
| Of battles won and destinies in hand | |
| A half-remembered state of liquid dreams | |
| Where things aren't what they seem. | |
| A burning, bitter taste of irony | |
| A prisoner in the land of the free. | |
| A naked savage dressed in shirt and jeans | |
| A burning, bitter taste of irony | |
| A prisoner in the land of the free. | |
| A burning, bitter taste of irony | |
| A prisoner in the land of the free. |