Just looking for something to numb the pain Left with no kinfolk I had to bear the family name Such a blossoming franchise with no previous misdeeds His words were the course I should have perceived 5000 acres of fertile soil Formerly worn with blood, sweat and toil What had commenced as an intimate supply? Ended up being the apple of my eye From good to bad Unruly and mad There's no going back Good to bad Good to bad I'm just too young to feel this dam old But I can get a spark from the poison I hold Don't remember the point when I turned the other way Oh whatever happened to the good old days? It first started out as harmless enough Then skinny john said how easy it was Started running illegal's down the east coast terrain Thinking stature and wealth would ease the pain From good to bad Unruly and sad There's no going back Good to bad Good to bad Just looking for something to numb the pain Left with no kinfolk I had to bear the family name Such a blossoming franchise with no previous misdeeds His words were the course I should have perceived