Crazy little child
Never got to see
All the pretty tings in life
Had him put away
And nothing they could say
Could ever make the pieces fit

Oh well, daddy o was rich
Mama was a bitch
Livin wasen´t easy in between
Behind the silent screen
Jackson in his teens
Was planning his escape

He was a crazy little child
He rooled inside the playground
And grim faced
He watched the others cry
Winos were his friends
And when he talked to them
They said, "Jackson, boy
They´ll get you by and by"

Depression set in
Desperare, cool and quick
Jackson learned the ropes
Out on the street
Little candy stores
Just pickin´ locks and doors
Just practicc
For a two bit future thief

So Jackson went to Ritz
And everyone was hip
Ritz ran all the rackets
There in town
"if you need another boy
A trigger or blade
Well, I´m the slickest cat around"

And Ritz gave him the eye
Once over then he smiled
"Yeah, I got something here in mind
If you meet me here at two
I think you´ll have your view
Of that long green
When you crack that safe tonight"

He was a crazy little child
He rooled inside the playground
And grim faced
He watched the others cry
Winos were his friends
And when he talked to them
They said, "Jackson, boy
They´ll get you by and by"
That´s right

"Well, I´ll wait for you outside
And I´ll be your ears and your eyes
And boy, you just slip in there
And bring out all that loot"
But Ritz was taken by suprise
A couple of unsuspectin´ guys
And they left poor Jackson inside

Questions of abuse
In facact there were none
When those sheriff bullets
Start to fly
Lay dyin´ on the floor
With a smokin´ .44
He said, "I must admit
The winos were right"

Crazy little child
Never got to see
All the pretty things in life
We buried him today
Nothing we could say
Could ever make the pieces fit
Oh, I must admit the winos were right
He ...
I must admit the winos were right