As a little boy I used to play the ball For songs and playing music I had no taste at all But now I got a harmonica tied around my neck It's like a rope that hangs me, but before I'm dead I swear I'll play a song telling 'bout my life Living in between a gun and a knife Haunted by demons, cursed by the man Rejected by fools who don't understand I play this little tune about this little boy Who grew to be a killer, it became his only joy So listen to my song telling 'bout my life How it feels to live between a gun and a knife You can buy me a car, you can make me a star I don't care for those things anymore, give me whiskey in the jar 'Cause I'm haunted by demons and I'm cursed by the man Rejected by fools who don't understand So I play you a song telling 'bout my life I'm living in between a gun and a knife