Crazy Little Child

Crazy little child Never got to see All the pretty things in life Ahd him put away And nothing they could say Could ever make the pieces fit Oh well, daddy o was rich Mama was a bitch Living wasn'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 grimy 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 Desperate, cool and quick Jackson learned the ropes Out on the street Little candy stores Just pickin' locks and doors Just practice For a two bit future thief So Jackson went to Ritz And everyone was hip Ritz ran all the rackers There in town