Wheel Of Misfortune

Cowboys and coppers verse injuns and robbers,
Take a guess for which side I was prone
Maniacal pleasures and a taste for misfortune,
The legacy for which I was known

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Down and out, I scream and I shout.
For this man from whom I need my advice
If the price is your life son,
you’d better think twice as you march to the front like a soldier

So you’d think I’d aspire for greatness,
hell-Bent to make a name on my own
Genetically programmed for the Wheel of Misfortune,
I’m an heir to an unwanted throne

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Now they’ve all got their theories,
Opinions and such about this man who is down on his luck
Well the offers are plenty,
My options are many, still I opt to face my problems alone