Lyrics
They called him crazy on the streets, young and angry, one bad seed
They labeled him as mentally unstable in the streets, young and filled with anger, considered a troublemaker.
He wore the colors of his call, he'd be the baddest of them all
He proudly displayed the insignia of his group, aiming to be the toughest among them all.
Shoot out came down in a police raid
A violent confrontation occurred during a police operation.
By a Smith & Wesson .38 at 17 he met his fate
He faced his destiny at 17, succumbing to a Smith & Wesson .38 in the shootout.
Fallen hero, what were you trying to prove?
Questioning the motives behind his actions, asking what he intended to prove.
Fallen hero, all you got was front page news
Despite his efforts, he gained only negative attention in the media.
It's too late, tough break, read your epitaph
Expressing regret and sympathy, acknowledging the finality of his situation and reading his epitaph.
Fallen hero, how many others will follow in your path?
Raising the question of how many others will follow a similar destructive path.
He had a lady, now she cries alone
He had a partner, and now she mourns alone.
It would come to this, she's always known
Anticipating the tragic outcome, she had always sensed it would end this way.
She remembers how he used to say, there ain't no future anyway
Recalling his pessimistic view that there was no future worth pursuing.
Sirens echo in the night, now his name is the battle cry
Emergency sirens resonate at night, turning his name into a rallying cry for others destined to meet a similar fate.
Of another boy who lives to die
Describing the cycle of another young boy who seems destined for a premature death.
Fallen hero, what were you trying to prove?
Repeating the questioning of his motives and the futility of his actions.
Fallen hero, all you got was front page news
Highlighting that the only recognition he received was in the form of negative news coverage.
It's too late, tough break, read your epitaph
Reiterating the irreversible nature of his fate, reading the words on his tombstone.
Fallen hero, how many others will follow in your path?
Pondering on the potential for others to follow a similar destructive path.
And so the story lives on of how his glory was won
The tale persists about how he achieved his moment of glory, with no heed paid to the inevitable tragedies that would ensue.
And no lesson ever learned of the tragedies to come
Reflecting on the lack of learning from the past, no lessons absorbed from the subsequent tragedies.
Sirens echo in the night, now his name is the battle cry
Repeating the imagery of sirens at night and the emergence of another doomed individual.
Of another boy who lives to die
Emphasizing the recurring pattern of young boys living a life destined for an early demise.
Fallen hero, what were you trying to prove?
Repeating the questioning of the fallen hero's intentions.
Fallen hero, all you got was front page news
Reiterating that his legacy is tainted by negative media coverage.
It's too late, tough break, read your epitaph
Affirming the finality of his situation and the reading of his epitaph.
Fallen hero, how many others will follow in your path?
Pondering on the likelihood of others following the same destructive path.
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