The Outlaw

<br>Among the possesions of an outlaw of a low class kind<br><br>Is this little bottle of french perfume<br><br>Taken as a last thought from a drug store in suburbia<br><br>He said, lady, look what Ive got for you.<br><br>She said, jesse, I dont hardly even know you anymore.<br><br>And judging from your grin, youd think you held up henry ford.<br><br>And I dont believe I want you a comin round here anymore. ooh.<br><br><br><br>Jesse, he was hurt, boy, and he left there, and he slammed the door.<br><br>And he wandered through the alleyways.<br><br>Thinkin all the while that shed be proud of what he stole for her,<br><br>And he tried to think of better ways.<br><br>Dreamin of a movie that hed seen one afternoon,<br><br>He drew out all his savings and he went and bought a gun.<br><br>And he ran right home and stood before his mirror<br><br>Acting like a thug, ooh.<br><br><br><br>He waited for a dark night; he was frightened, boy, the fog rolled in,<br><br>As a rich man, he came walkin by,<br><br>hold your hands up high, he cried,<br><br>ive come to make your fortune mine.<br><br>But his eyes, they gave him right away,<br><br>Jesse dropped the gun and they both stared at to where it lay.<br><br>And jesse asked the man if hed please leave him in his pain.<br><br>And the man tried to forgive him, but theres not much he could say. ooh.<br><br><br><br>Among the possessions of an outlaw of a low class kind<br><br>Is this little bottle of french perfume<br><br>Taken as a last thought from a drugstore in suburbia.<br><br>He said, lady, look what Ive got for you.<br><br>ah, take it, ah, please take it; Im tired and Im poor.<br><br>And this crappy french perfume is nothin less than my own soul.<br><br>I was feelin half a man; I wanted to feel whole, ooh.<br><br>Oooh...ooh,ooh.