Mighty Mighty Bosstones

Well he was fueled by a lack,
drew inspiration from a need.
So many problems to crack,
and mouths to feed.
Crooked was the path,
and brazen was the walk.
A cocky swagger, up the ladder
and could he ever talk.
(chorus)
The last hurrah? Nah! I'd do it again.
The rascal king behind the bars or the one in front of them (x2)
The love of God and constant contradictions,
and just a smile, wink and nod.
What's stranger, fact or fiction?
And never ceasing to amaze on a regular basis
First hand into his pocket, or first fist into the faces
(chorus x2)
A legendary character.
Where? Only there.
When? Only then.
A hero or a hooligan, well that part's never clear
Pride or shame, it's all the same.
Who's innocent and who's to blame?
Politics or just a game?
Well in the end they knew his name.
(chorus x2)