Son of a wealthy gambler
The Mayflower haunts the mother
Employed by the Calvin Company
For the Kansas City skin
Minus a letter in
When you were up in the air
Did it make you what you were?
You met a man who had a surname
That was the same as his folly
Drained him of his dollars
Left him with a tattooed dog
Daily bread was hopeless dreams
On the cusp of eternal defeat
In charge of Lion's Gates
I'd rather die than play it straight
A journeyman who sparkled
In front of an easy target
Armed with a genre
And an overlapping ensemble