A stormy night -Elvis was playing on the radio
A crack of light – came crashing through the tenement window
Youngblood pulls a blade and the blood flows in the rain
Walking down Damnation Alley again
Now some are born to fail – and some die to succeed
Some can bust the jail and some are made to bleed
Some can suffer and some can't feel the pain
Walking down Damnation Alley again
He's walking in the footsteps of so many that have been before
Blew their lives up for the want of something more
His Father said 'son, I'm not afraid of the life I led
Or the debts I paid they ain't nothing
But the price on my head