I was never one for compromise
I couldn't fit at school
Gonzo by the seventh grade
I played them all the fool
I couldn't find shoes my size, had to walk ten miles
Blisters on the backs of my soul and an illegal smile
We're burning down Las Vegas Town, had to sleep by noon
Drank my money on a red roulette that's a ride you can't refuse
Five hours down with a sunrise frown, lightning in your shoes
It's one foot in the ether with the LA County blues
They got me on accessory
Thirty days in jail
One headlight in a Louisville night
Without a chance at bail
But I'll be home by derby time
So please save me a seat
Mint Juleps on the outfield grass
The old south tastes so sweet
Well you can call me Mr. Raoul Duke
I'll know what you mean
Blinded by a quart of rum
And a dose of mescaline
The Mint 400 didn't slow me down
I kinda like the speed
The failure of our generation
For a couple bags of weed.
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