Frank Marchand - Haywire lyrics

From San Diego to the Lone Star state From Hollyweird to the Pearly Gates A junk yard screaming Lost soul's single voice Took the gamble took the chances Made the choice Sweating ether My spinning mind is sweating cold Sweet panhead magic carpet flying bold The road beneath us Is the rainbow's pot of gold Ticket to freedom Any price but my soul Life is living true living is free Ain't got no dollar sign Tattooed on me Solo shouting in my own heaven's choir Ridin' through on a world gone haywire Achieving victory, losing hair losing teeth Food for thought When you're lying around on Hell's Beach Broken bones, busted knuckles Twisted face Running forever I ain't losin' my own race Life is living true living is free Ain't got no dollar sign Tattooed on me Solo shouting in my own heaven's choir Ridin' through on a world gone haywire