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Stoplight red, run right through
Going faster, out of your front door
Money green, wallet's full
Mama's purse lay open on the dining
room floor
Caution yellow, don't mean a g-ddamn thing
Rules ain't got no meaning, when you are the king
Knows where he's going, parks it at the curb
Up the walkway, enters on the scene
Makes some small talk, puts the bottle to his lips
He'll tell you he's a rebel, a modern day James Dean
Warning labels, they don't apply to him
What would life be anyway, without cigarettes and gin?
Reese, nobody's looking out for you
And no one really cares what you want to do--they don't here a word you say
If you can't stand up, stand up for yourself
Your life will be controlled by someone else
Hours later, the crowd has thinned out
Reese and some girl, a room with a view
All the right moves, but moves a bit too fast
The slap across his face hurt much more than he knew
Grabs the bottle, what else can he do?
If you don't drown your sorrows, they might drown you
Fell asleep, woken by the sun
Jumps in his car, presses down the gas
He escapes, the boundaries of the city
Leaves his life, a forgotten past
Where he's headed, doesn't really matter
You've got to start again, when your dreams are shattered
Reese, nobody's looking out for you
And no one really cares what you want to do--they don't here a word you say
If you can't stand up, stand up for yourself
Your life will be controlled by someone else
