Four and twenty years ago, I come into this life, The son of a woman and a man who lived in strife. He was tired of being poor And he wasn't into selling door to door And he worked like the devil to be more.
A different kind of poverty now upsets me so. Night after sleepless night, I walk the floor and I want to know Why am I so alone? Where is my woman, can I bring her home? Have I driven her away? Is she gone?
Morning comes to sunrise and I'm driven to my bed. I see that it is empty and there's devils in my head. I embrace the many colored beast. I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace? And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
