Song about a friend from High School....Brian was the wildest person I ever met...funny as hell and crazy dangerous...his driving was frightening...he died in a car crash
Lyrics
WILD CHILD©2010 music/lyrics Jeff Powers
He was a son of a son of a bitch
He faked a life up until his death
Wild child schooled with a switch
Kicked round by a drunk Irish prick
Wild Child
He was a Rock n Roll
Wild Child
He stole the Devil's soul
Wild Child
He was king of the road
Wild Child
He was a real rolling stone
A 100 mile an hour out on the open road
No brakes in the car, and he was singing out loud
He-was-a-Helter Skelter, 56 Chevy out of control
Smokin' reefer and-a gettin' stoned
Wild Child
He was a Rock n Roll
Wild Child
He stole the Devil's soul
Wild Child
He was king of the road
Wild Child
He was a real rolling stone
He pissed in the wind too many times
(Even) a cat only got nine lives
Holding up joints with pistols and knives
But you can't make a deal when it's your time to die
Wild Child
He was a Rock n Roll
Wild Child
He stole the Devil's soul
Wild Child
He was king of the road
Wild Child
He was a real rolling stone
He left his legacy crushed under his car
A true rebel without a cause
Crashed and burned like a shooting star
You know they had to scrape him up off the hot hot tar
Wild Child
He was a Rock n Roll
Wild Child
The devil bought his soul
Wild Child
He was king of the road
Wild Child
He was a real rolling stone
Wild Child (repeat)