Songtexte:
Crowell Rodney Right Hand

The Houston Kid Podunk piss chunk old dead skunk drunk Trot line Freddy's got his dogs in the trunk Fate's right hand I don't understand at all Fate's right hand

We don't want to say goodbye we don't want to feel that empty But it's time to face the dawn head on When there's something in the wind when the days

The New York City winter comes in cold grey sheets of steel The numbness in his hands and feet is all that he can feel Alcohol and sterno turns a doorway

The Houston kid Po-dunk piss-chunk old dead skunk drunk Trot/line Freddy's got his dogs in the trunk Fate's right hand...I don't under stand at all Fate's right hand

crawls from the wreckage but he still doesn't see He's alive The man is jive There's a man in the mirror I don't like his looks His teeth they are crooked His hands

It's time to go inward take a look at myself Time to make the most of the time that I've got left Prison bars imagined are no less solid steel Time

alike When you've outlived the fantasy then you can take a hike It's a different world now... but what to do We had our fifteen minutes and blew it right