I don't look mean cause I ain't
I look mean cause I am
But if you find me in a gutter you best be on your way
You could say I saw him once he was not at his best
But he sure could have had the best of me
There are stories abound of witches and saints
Which is almost always the same
I'm a pauper to some
Some say I'm a wealthy baron on the run
But if you find me in an alley
You should be the one to run
So you fancy a gun
I fancy some fun
Why don't we find out who's got all the luck
And it ain't just cause I drink or that I lost at love
Maybe mean is just the way that I'm made up