Born with blue eyes filled with pain In March of 1922 Mystic fire in your veins Mama's apron strangling you Mama's apron strangling you Mama's apron strangling... Young Jack Kerouac running up and down the football track Are you an angel now? Strong Jack Kerouac, once you're gone you can't come back Are you in pain still? Walking New York City streets High on benzedrine and wine On the road and feeling beat yeah Chasing kicks and running blind Chasing kicks and running blind Chasing kicks and running... Wild Jack Kerouac talking in a beat up Cadillac Are you an angel now? Drunk Jack Kerouac, once you're gone you can't come back no Are you in pain still? On a red sun Sunday afternoon I bet you felt the wind blow through your hair I bet you knelt down in a summer field And said a prayer Oh I bet you said a prayer... In '69 you found the prize Bloated Buddha, belly up Ecstasy your suicide Sorrow filled your loving cup Sorrow filled your loving cup Sorrow filled your loving... Sad Jack Kerouac, sitting down beside the Merrimac Are you an angel now? Drunk Jack Kerouac, once you're gone you can't come back now Are you in pain still? Fat Jack Kerouac, stumbling along the railroad track Are you an angel now? Dead Jack Kerouac, once you're gone you can't come back now Are you an angel? Are you an angel? BILL DEASY: lead vocals, acoustic guitar DAVE BROWN: electric guitar ERIC RIEBLING: ba** RAY DEFADE: drums JOHN BURGH: hammond b3