Brissol - Rebel Lyrics

He'd tell stories about a hot rod GTO
389 with a six pack and that raped ape sure did go
He'd smoke the tires straight up through second gear
Through prospect park and north haledon a rebel without a fear
He had a pack of smokes rolled in his sleeve Marlboro red
Living hard and fast with no hesitation didn't give a damn what they said
A pack of smokes rolled in his sleeve a brass zippo for a light
He'd say if it weren't for bad luck hell I'd have none but I try to do what's right

He pulled up to the bar and had himself some beers
And then he stepped into his car and the man took his license for ten years
He came and stayed with us a while and we shared a room
Fighting for the TV in the morning were it Flintstones or Captain Kangaroo
He had a pack of smokes rolled in his sleeve Marlboro red
On the road towards reformation and a quieter life instead
A pack of smokes rolled in his sleeve a brass zippo for a light
He'd say if it weren't for bad luck hell I'd have none but I try to do what's right

He had a mind that could engineer and design
Some clever way to solve a problem and he'd figure it every time
He'd take the time to share and show the things he knew
And he'd be teaching you how to think instead of just showing you how to do
He had a pack of smokes rolled in his sleeve Marlboro red
Contemplating each complication fore he took one step ahead
A pack of smokes rolled in his sleeve a brass zippo for a light
He'd say if it weren't for bad luck hell I'd have none but I try to do what's right

And round good Friday he'd get a haircut and a shave
And then he'd place purple hyacinths on his Mothers grave
Now he's gone and he's left this world behind
But those purple hyacinths keep coming back each year right around Easter time
He had a pack of smokes rolled in his sleeve Marlboro red
Contemplating each complication fore he took one step ahead
A pack of smokes rolled in his sleeve a brass zippo for a light
He'd say if it weren't for bad luck hell I'd have none but I try to do what's right