Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass Young man lookin' in the shadows that pass Poor man lookin' through painted glass Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel Thin man lookin' at his last meal Hollow man lookin' in a cotton field For dignity
Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors Lookin' into the lost forgotten years For dignity
I went down where the vultures feed I would've got deeper, but there wasn't any need I heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men Wasn't any difference to me
Sick man lookin' for the doctor's cure Lookin' at his hands for the lines that were And into every masterpiece of literature Blind man breakin' out of a trance Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance Hopin' to find one circumstance Of dignity
Footprints runnin' cross silver sand Steps goin' down into tattoo land I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light In the bordertowns of despair
Got no place to fade, got no coat I'm on the rollin' river in a jerkin' boat Tryin' to read a note somebody wrote Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind Combin' his hair back, his future looks thin Bites the bullet and he looks within For dignity
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed Dignity never been photographed I went into the red, I went into the black Into the valley of dry bone dreams
So many roads, so much at stake So many dead ends, I'm at the edge of the lake Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take To find dignityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
