Lyrics
When I was a boy
There were a thousand things
That could have made me run away from home.
Things like butterflies
And gypsy eyes
And dark diguises made of tooth and nail and bone.
But, oh, woe is me.
I could not be set free.
So here I'll stay, and waste away
Until another day in hell has passed me by.
Now that I'm a man
They say I am the reason
That I am the way I am today
No one else to blame
And it's a shame that he's the same
As all the one's they cart away
And, oh, woe is me
I shall forever be
A bumbling bloke, a cruel joke
A simple man who cannot run away.
When I was a boy I had dreams.
A doctor, a poet, inventor of machines.
Think that you have stopped me
And you'll not be
So surprised when I am dead and gone away
But oh how you will scream
When realizing my new dream
And nitroglycerine today
The big top will come down
Upon this angry clown
And I will have the final laugh
As all of you and all of them meet with the end.
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