I know nothing comes too easy I learned that well when I was young I never cried for more than what I had to please me Cos Mama and Daddy never gave me none... yeah I'm not looking for your pity I'm not reaching for my gun I'm not lost, I'm merely looking for my place Underneath the setting sun And if I find my way And you would like to come along We could be two fools living on the run And when I end my day I'll send a prayer before The One Saying, "don't forget your bastard sons" So many moons have come between us Too many nights spent on the run Another day, another dollar for my pain Underneath the setting sun And if I find my way And you would like to come along We could be two fools living on the run And when I end my day I'll send a prayer before The One Saying, "don't forget your bastard sons" Don't forget me