I'm living in the Big House.
Paying my dues.
Playing pinocle all night
right behind the evening news.

With some boys that think they bad.
Drag their knuckles when they walk.
All wannabes who had.
Who never think before they talk

'bout the baddest this or that.
The meanest stolen car.
Went from Heaven to Habilitat
to bust up in a bar.

Now we're sitting round a table
tellin' lies about our past.
A facsimile of fable
with an all-star cast.

A bucketful of crab 
making ladders of each other,
looking for a chance to grab
a piece of glory from their brother.

To wear as if their own.
In appearance, well clad.
We're a brotherhood well known.
"If I Only Could Have Had".

I'd of been a Harvard grad.
I would have been a wheel.
I'd be big and I'd be bad.
Would have been the real deal.

Look at me.
I could have been
a Heisman Trophy winner.
A man who ruled men.
A saint amongst the sinner.

Instead,
I'm living in the Big House
acting happy when I'm sad.
I'd be a man and not a mouse
if I only could have had.