Piss drunk, In the gutter, He became what his dead father told him not to: An artist. Condemned to repeat each day, Fighting a losing battle to his identity, Under the shadow of giants, Watch him burn out.
Creativity couldn't pay the bills, But built a plot for two, Find his work in every major museum. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |