Lyrics:

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