Sometimes I'm an idiot Many of you know that by now Sometimes I am not But this is not as clear somehow
So I go about my work Making my mistakes out loud Maybe everybody's failures Are in earshot of the crowd
I'm sailing down to Panama Gonna run across the isthmus I had a heart for art's sake But no stomach for the business
If I had a head for figures I would be another guy Instead of chopping up these onions and trying not to cry Trying not to cry
I could say I never sold out But that's a slogan of the poor Of course you learn the hard way We never know for sure
Yes I am in trouble again And I've gone from bad to worse Maybe it's just the shape of the world I'm in Maybe it's just the shape of the world I'm in
~~~♫♫♫~~~ No I'm not a galley slave But that's become my role Still I can't complain too much In my high school Espanol
I'm sailing down to Panama Gonna run across the isthmus I had a heart for art's sake But no stomach for the business
Yes I am in trouble again And I've gone from bad to worse Maybe it just the shape of the world I'm in Maybe it just the shape of the world I'm in Maybe it just the shape of the world I'm inTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
