I've been hiding incognito, since 1989,
Since the night I tied one on, a quart of Boone's Farm wine,
Incoherent, stupored state, a slash with butcher knife,
In a fleeting, drunken second, forever changed my life,
Been on the run for ten plus years, first went to Minnesota,
A foreign country was my goal, tried Bismark, North Dakota,
I couldn't stand the culture shock, slipped back to the U.S.,
I shaved my head and eyebrows too, so's not to be conspicuous,
I watched my back-side day and night, I lived a hermit's life,
I cried myself to sleep each night, with picture of my wife,
I phoned collect one summer day, "It's Mike, I love you dear."
The only problem, had changed my name, twas Tim she knew, I fear,
I haven't heard her voice since then, since yelled,
"You dirty pervert!"
Reminded me of days gone bye, when first with her did flirt,
So now I roam big city streets, still from the Feds I run,
I fugitive I'll ever be, my troubles never done,
My live has been a living hell, since sobered up and saw,
Remains of mattress tag cut off, under penalty of law.
[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 02-03-2000).]