Even when i don’t have anything to say
I open my mouth and let nonsense run its course
because all I want is to be loved and admired.
I am short sighted
I only see what pleases me
I hate those who hate me
I love those who love me
sometimes I hate also those who love me.
Little Me is innocent and doesn’t come out to play
Big Me runs the shows and is the only one who gets to play.
No one cares about you
unless you have something to give
so they give us, poor people, their throwaway toys, guns, food and clothes
that they refuse to their dogs and cats
and we smile and say tank you, Massa.
New day, old ways
you better move and get out of my way!
Time is money and you are in my way!
I bow to the ground and let them have their way
whether I give it or they take it
there’s nothing new under the sun
just new suits and new toys
all I want is a little bit of sunshine
in this hell that you call life.
I know that the Man on the Cross
went to Hell then Paradise
and all I want is to be born again
but I don’t want to die
I am the gravedigger with no grave
the healer with no healthcare plan
the player with no team
and the speaker with no audience
while I follow the Man with no earthly dwelling
but welcome in every sinner’s heart.