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...       Sad Jack Kerouac, sitting down beside the Merrimac    Are you an angel now?    Drunk Jack Kerouac, once you're gone you can't come back now    Are you in pain still?    Fat Jack Kerouac, stumbling along the railroad track    Are you an angel now?    Dead Jack Kerouac, once you're gone you can't come back now    Are you an angel?    Are you an angel?