There's a black man with a black cat livin' in a black neighbourhood He's got an interstate running through his front yard. You know he thinks he's got it so good And there s a woman in the kitchen cleanin' up the evening slop. And he looks at her and says "Hey darlin' I can remember when you could stop a clock" (Instrumental) Well there's a young man in a T-shirt listin' to a rockin' rollin' station. He's got greasy hair and a greasy smile that says "Lord this must be my destination" 'Cause they told me when I was younger "Boy you gonna be President" But just like ev'rything else those old crazy dreams just kinda came and went (Instrumental) Cause the simple man baby pays for the thrills the bills and the pills that kill.