You tell me that you love my stuff Baby that ain't good enough You tell me that you think I'm great Maybe you're a little late You say you wanna buy me lunch Mister you just hit the crunch You say you wanna hear my views Sister you ain't heard the news
I've quit the job I've shut the shop I've hung the rag And slung the slot I'm giving up my life for art Sold the horse and smashed the cart I've seen the error of my ways No use living in a daze No use living in a dream Sometimes you have to scream
No more howling at the moon Time to try a different tune No more staring at the sun Time to try a different drum Time to try a different clock Wind it up and let it rock Time to kill those nagging doubts Turn it up and shout it out
I've quit the job I've shut the shop I've hung the rag And slung the slot I'm giving up my life for art Sold the horse and smashed the cart I've seen the error of my ways No use living in a daze No use living in a dream Sometimes you have to screamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
