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Ricky was a young boy, he had a heart of stone. Lived nine to five and he worked his fingers to the bone. Just barely out of school, came from the edge of town. Fought like a switch-blade so no-one could take him down, no! He had no money, no, no good at home. alked the streets a soldier and he fought the world alone and now it’s... Eighteen and life, you got it. Eighteen and life, you know Your crime is time, and it’s eighteen and life to go ! Eighteen and life, you got it. Eighteen and life, you know Your crime is time, and it’s eighteen and life to go ! Tequila in his heartbeat, his veins burned gasoline. It kept his motor running, but it never kept him clean. They said he loved adventure. Ricky’s the wild one. He married trouble, had a courtship with a gun. Bang, bang shoot’em up. The party never ends. You can’t think of dying when the bottle’s your best friend. Eighteen and life, you got it. Eighteen and life, you know Your crime is time, and it’s eighteen and life to go ! Eighteen and life, you got it. Eighteen and life, you know Your crime is time, and it’s eighteen and life to go ! “Accidents will happen,“ they all heard Ricky say. He fired his six shot to the wind, that child blew a child away.
