Here I am, where IÔÇÖve been
IÔÇÖve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
And my clothes are worn & gritty.
And I know ugliness,
Now show me something pretty.
I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose
And too much weight for walking shoes.
I could have died from being boring.
And as for loneliness,
She greets me every morning.
At the most IÔÇÖm a glare,
IÔÇÖm the hopeless son whoÔÇÖs hardly there.
IÔÇÖm the open sign thatÔÇÖs always busted.
IÔÇÖm the friend you need, but canÔÇÖt be trusted.
At the most IÔÇÖm a glare,
IÔÇÖm the hopeless son whoÔÇÖs hardly there.
IÔÇÖm the open sign thatÔÇÖs always busted.
IÔÇÖm the friend you need, but canÔÇÖt be trusted.
Here I am, where IÔÇÖve been
IÔÇÖve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
And my clothes are worn & gritty.
And I know ugliness,
Now show me something pretty.
At the most IÔÇÖm a glare,
IÔÇÖm the hopeless son whoÔÇÖs hardly there.
IÔÇÖm the open sign thatÔÇÖs always busted.
IÔÇÖm the friend you need, but canÔÇÖt be trusted.
At the most IÔÇÖm a glare,
IÔÇÖm the hopeless son whoÔÇÖs hardly there.
IÔÇÖm the open sign thatÔÇÖs always busted.
IÔÇÖm the friend you need, but canÔÇÖt be trusted
