Born with blue eyes filled with pain
In March of 1922
Mystic fire in your veins
Mama's apron strangling you
Mama's apron strangling you
Mama's apron strangling...

Young Jack Kerouac running up and down the football track
Are you an angel now?
Strong Jack Kerouac, once you're gone you can't come back
Are you in pain still?

Walking New York City streets
High on benzedrine and wine
On the road and feeling beat yeah
Chasing kicks and running blind
Chasing kicks and running blind
Chasing kicks and running...

Wild Jack Kerouac talking in a beat up Cadillac
Are you an angel now?
Drunk Jack Kerouac, once you're gone you can't come back no
Are you in pain still?

On a red sun Sunday afternoon
I bet you felt the wind blow through your hair
I bet you knelt down in a summer field
And said a prayer
Oh I bet you said a prayer...

In '69 you found the prize
Bloated Buddha, belly up
Ecstasy your suicide
Sorrow filled your loving cup
Sorrow filled your loving cup
Sorrow filled your loving...

Sad Jack Kerouac, sitting down beside the Merrimac
Are you an angel now?
Drunk Jack Kerouac, once you're gone you can't come back now
Are you in pain still?
Fat Jack Kerouac, stumbling along the railroad track
Are you an angel now?
Dead Jack Kerouac, once you're gone you can't come back now
Are you an angel?
Are you an angel?

BILL DEASY: lead vocals, acoustic guitar
DAVE BROWN: electric guitar
ERIC RIEBLING: bass
RAY DEFADE: drums
JOHN BURGH: hammond b3

Writer : DAVE BROWN, BILL DEASY, RAY DEFADE, ERIC RIEBLING
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group