Legend

Your mother, she was a wise woman

Gave you what she could before her heart was broken

By living in a nation made of guarded doors

Built by stolen people on a stolen land

So you bought a ticket to the far city

Go, seek your fortune like they all say

And the first devil came dressed in uniform

And after that you could choose the easiest way

So there you were, the one willing to go all the way

With your desperation and your actor's skill

And the rage of gеnerations bound in chains

You could summon it all at will

The worse you bеcame the more you were rewarded

Because everybody loves to raise a Cain

You were the brand that you created

Got tattooed with your name

And oh, the legend made, and all the prices paid

And all the time you served

The second lot of bullets you couldn't swerve

And your loco style, to go with your beautiful smile

Not a lesson learned, even with all the money burned

It's easier to find God in a jail cell

Than it is on the streets where you're king

With all the wannabe heroes, distorted mirrors

And the snake oil poisons that the tricksters bring

In the last picture in the car after the Tyson fight

With the big devil there beside you at the wheel

He put up the bail and now he owns you

And there's no way out, no breaking the deal

The bodyguards to stop you getting close to

All the people that you say that you wanted to save

But there are others waiting for you

In the hot desert night, they're ready...

And oh, the legend made, and all the prices paid

And all the time you served

The second lot of bullets you couldn't swerve

And your loco style to go with your beautiful smile

Not a lesson learned even with all the money burned

And the music still blares out of the boom-box cars

Oh the legend made and all the prices paid