Gone to the Dogs

The Priest got a hold of me

In 1983 and I ain't the only one

I'm sure you'll meet some more like me 

before it's said and done

I started an enterprise 

selling pills and weed at school in 1985

What's a troubled boy to do 

but go on along for the ride

straight to the juvy hall 

for a stretch on the other side

Where the boys made a man of me

They taught me the ups and downs

and the art of a burglary

so when I got out the hall there'd be some work for me

Stealing cars and robbing homes

and hawking the jewelry

Well they threw that book at me

heading for the Northeast Correctional Facility

for two years less a day to get some new tricks up my sleeve 

Methamphetamine 

there was gold in them hills but it laid waste to me

and between that and the pills

things were dire indeed

I beat a dealer nearly dead and when convicted

I got ten to thirteen in Dorchester

Federal penitentiary

I felt the hand of God, it saved my ugly soul

and I swore that I'd get a job

and the day I got paroled I started workin' straight

Monday to Friday through '98

detailing dirty cars until some pocket change

went missing from an Oldsmobile

and I got all the blame

How's a fucked up boy to feel so I burnt the place

Left the boss there nearly dead

Yeah I'm tired indeed

now your Honour you've heard it all

So I'm beggin' you please get me back inside some walls 

and away from society

I'm all gone to the dogs

The good lord made a waste of me