Thrown To The Wolves

It's a dark and cold Friday night

I'm flyin' 62 in a 35

Tryin' to make it home as I see the lights flip on

The red and blue light up my face

"Will you step out of the vehicle, please?"

Are the first words that he said to me

"How much have you smoked tonight?"

I said, "Not a toke," he saw it in my eyes

The gloss and the bloodshot red told him otherwise

I've been beat down and I've been bruised

'Cause I've been wrongfully accused

My name has been tattered and torn tenfold

What's a kid to do when he's thrown to the wolves?

I walk that line straight and clear

In the dead of the night in northwest air

As another one pulled up five feet behind

Four more rounds and two points missed

"Give me a good long breath until you hear the click"

Triple O's, he threw my hands behind my back

He cuffed me up and threw me in the back

To the cell we go where alone I sat

Smiling over the guilt that I don't have

I've been beat down and I've been bruised

'Cause I've been wrongfully accused

My name has been tattered and torn tenfold

What's a kid to do when he's thrown to the wolves?