Tortured and twisted, he walks the streets alonePeople avoid him, they know the street's his ownCold blade of silver, his eyes they burn so wildMean as a tiger, society's own child
Dallas Winston stumbled out of the party at Tim's. The street was almost empty, and those who were there kept their distance. They knew better than to mess with an angry bull.
Go the tiger, burn in hateYou know you have to, Dally BladeHe's the meanest guy around his townOne look and he will cut you downDally Blade, Dally Blade
His eyes were ablaze with hate and anger. He continued walking the dim streets of Tulsa, shooting daggers at the ground with his eyes.
Life has no meaning, and Death's his only friendWill fate surprise him, where will he meet his end?He feels so bitter, yes he's so full of hateTo die in the gutter, I guess that's Dally's fate
He didn't care what happened to him anymore. Life was an endless routine of fights, beer, parties, and broads. He resented his lifestyle, knowing it would only end in his demise.
Rivals all across the landHe kills them with his knife in handHe's the meanest guy around his townOne look and he will cut you downDally Blade, Dally BladeDally Blade, Dally Blade
He had more enemies than true friends. He was hard as stone and just as feeling. He wouldn't think twice before killing someone.
Well you know that Dally's a spiderAnd his web is the city at nightHe's a victim of modern frustrationThat's the reason he's so ready to fight
He walked the streets like he owned them, searching for some sort of purpose. Constantly on edge, he was ready for anything, or so he thought.
He's the one that should be afraidWhat will happen to you, Dally Blade?
He was scared. Not scared of death. No, he could dig death. He was scared of life.
Oh he knows his future's decidedAnd he ain't gonna change it, no wayHe was born to die in the gutterHe'll keep fighting `till the end of his days
He was aware of how his time was running out. He didn't try to stop it, to escape the fate. He knew that there was no going back now.
Been alone all through his lifeHis only friend is a switchblade knifeHe's the one who should be afraidWhat will happen to you, Dally Blade?
He had never had anything or anyone. He didn't need anyone. All he needed was himself, a blade, and the clothes on his back.
You fool the peopleWho's fooling who?It's time to listenWho's fool are you?
AN: How was it? Please review! Flames are okay, as long as you would honestly be okay if someone said it to you. Thanks for reading.
Love and Hugs,
Ashley