Daniel Beneke

Hollow empty shell of a life
Armed with knowledge and a knife
Watching as the rails roll by
Somewhere under the San Jose sky

Born by the scripture, raised by the book
Catechized but took a second look
Blackened valves pump strait to the heart
Twenty-one years old, right back to the start
Shattered lives and broken homes
Pack up your dreams and hit the road
Long time coming, hit the streets running
Pace set fast for a young man gunning

Hollow empty shell of a life
Armed with knowledge and a knife
Watching as the rails roll by
Somewhere under the Tennessee sky

Living in a rat's den, in and out of Camden
Now he's on the right track
Getting out of here, cautious with no fear
And he ain't never coming back
Huddled masses on empty streets
Home so cold that he needed the heat
Long time coming, hit the streets running
Pace set fast for a young man gunning

Hollow empty shell of a life
Armed with knowledge and a knife
Watching as the rails roll by
Somewhere under the New York sky

Hollow empty shell of a life
Armed with knowledge and a life
Watching as the rails roll by
Somewhere under the American sky