"Was a boy who was a dreamer and he flew so high and proud In a world full of people out to cut his young ass down. No one ever understood a single word he said; They cast him to the wolves when he wasn't well and fed.But, boys, we've got a riser, a riser in our midst, And he will get the last laugh if it's the last thing he did. And he used to roll around in that red dirt mud, But now he's skippin' town and that dreamer's out for blood."