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?