He's got a wild streak in him   He's got a wild head of hair   He's like Son of Sam dished out   And a snake up the hill   He's the coldest flame   He's got the sharpest edge   And in his mind's eye he says   I cherish the dead      Come on mother, come on father   You can take the train on Tuesday...      He's the wild prince   He's the wild Jame's Dean   He's got a wild priest card collection   And a belly full of burn   He smokes wild cigarettes   And checks shade blade mirror head   Well no two bears look the same