James Dean

I wear my heart on my sleeve
just like james dean...
a pack of lucky strikes and book of matches...
I just ain't got no other place to put it.

everything that I own fits into a sack
I walk the streets, my guitar on my back
I just ain't got no other place to put it.

I ain't got no place to lay my head...
you can't kill me cuz i'm already dead...
I just ain't found a place to rest my bones.