It's a shame that some must go without I's no fool to think it might be my problem Needy hands were reaching out Kept my spare change and my pride in
I crewed on a fair golden ship that Went down at the dawn of the world We mutinied had sentenced our captain to die 'Fore our sails had barely unfurled
14 years behind these bars 12 foot square of cold cement I've lost nearly everything For a crime of which I'm innocent For all my sufferings Lie in momentary
I am an exile, a sojourner A citizen of some other place All I've seen is just a glimmer In a shadowy mirror but I know One day we'll see face to face
We are saints made of plaster, our laughter is canned We are demons that hide in the mirror But the blood on our hands Paints a picture exceedingly clear
in your bed Does the thought haunt your head That you're really rather small? If there's one thing I know in this life We are beggars all All you champions
It never turns array for me and you No matter how I try to see it through Get up at sunset and start again Feels like I'm trying to catch the wind You
I drug my heart with doublespeak And all my misgivings disappear It helps to keep my conscience clean The end justifies the means Still I'm always careful
There's many who'll tell you, they'll give you their love When they say, give they mean take Hang 'round just like vultures till push comes to shove Take
We talk too much, we talk in circles Till we're all spinning 'round Reaching for rings on this merry-go-round Scenery spins, we call it progress I've
your bed does the thought haunt your head that your really rather small if there's one thing I know in this life we are beggars all all you champions
Vertaling: Drie maal. Bedelaars.
: There?s many who?ll tell you they?ll give you their love, But when they say ?give? they mean ?take.? They?ll hang ?round just like vultures till push
: I am in exile, a sojourner A citizen of some other place All I?ve seen is just a glimmer in a shadowy mirror But I know, one day we?ll see face to
: We are saints made of plaster, our laughter is canned; We are demons that hide in the mirror. But the blood on our hands paints a picture exceedingly
: I crewed on a fair golden ship that Went down with the dawn of the world You needed sense in to stop captain to die For our sails had barley unfold
: I drugged my heart with doublespeak And all my misgivings disappear It helps to keep my conscious clean The ends will justify the means And still I
: It's a shame that some must go without, I was no fool to think it might be my problem. Needy hands were reaching out, I kept my spare change and my
