Firing Line 7-19-05

I've known you since you've been born.
Raising hell, even as a child.
Nothing's changed since that day.
You're still out running wild.
Hellhounds are on your trail.
Closer with every passing mile.

Hey now sweet baby. Don't you think it's high time
to change your life's direction. Get off the firing line.

Your luck ain't been running
so very smooth these days.
I think it's finally come down that
you're gonna have to mend your ways.
Your head's up in the clouds.
You can't see through the haze.

Step outside, take a look around.
Do you see anyone who cares?
Spent your whole life
steppin' on your friends.
Still you ain't nowhere.

Search for a new direction,
but the past is all you find.
Count your mistakes.
Blame it on your criminal mind.
Lay down with snakes,
come up poisoned every time.