Bo
Ricky, Ricky, at death’s door
One bad fall in a rodeo and your chances are poor
Its cold, this place, this hospithedral
I feel like I’m walking on pins and needles
Ricky
My life, my life, was it ever meant
To sing a poor boy’s tune when it is spent?
My heart, my heart, hurting so intense
Makes this boy cry for something heaven-sent
I recall where I loved to climb
Laying here naked, cold, mistaken
The eagles hung so high
I lay victim, my promise is broken, oh no!
It’s the ice, the cold, cold ice
That sends me running scared!
These scabs you see are what’s left of me
It’s the destiny into which I have stared, oh no!
My life, my life, was it ever meant
To sing a poor boy’s tune when it is spent?
My heart, my heart, hurting so intense
Makes this boy cry for something heaven-sent, oh no!