What a mess

De Franceschi - Glaser

 

I went down to get a pack of cigarettes Walked down to the station and got a ticket instead Way back to London to the streets I knew when It might be a couple years before I see you again

What a mess, a real mess

My I.D.'s expired, ain't got nothin' to lose Got no credit to get credit, I've got holes in my shoes Life is a gamble, I finally discovered I was cashin' in my chips before the game was over

Now that I shook the monkey off my back I smacked smack back and I kicked the crack When your soul's down the river and the devil's on your trail Don't take nothin' with you on the race or you'll fail

I sold everything I had, down to my last coffee cup Gonna find my lost soul, I'll never givin' up Can't take nothin' with me, you can have it for a song I heard the way is rocky, I know the way is long

What is Soul, how do you lose it, how can it be like that Who took it, who bought it, how can you get it back Don't know if I'm gettin' closer or further away I only know that my feet are gettin' colder everyday

Everybody's tryin' to buy something they are missin' Everybody's goin' round window- shoppin' wishin' Hittin' it Big Time, with hopes so high Tryin' to pay for something that money can't buy

So many years have gone by but I'm still on the run Don't know where I'm goin' but I do know what I've done The only damn thing I absolutely must buy My own bloody Soul back before the day I die



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