Paprika

[Verse 1]
Well I'm the one who's not alright
My tired lungs seem to fight
Sitting here counting my change
Coming back home was a mistake

[Chorus]
Now quiet down, down, don't be late
Where tired bones sit in my grave
You want my style now you want my name
All I have left is the fame

[Verse 2]
And I'm working myself to death
And solitude is all a test
So pick it up where I left off
You're the holy one, the holy one

[Chorus]
Now quiet down, down, don't be late
Where tired bones sit in my gravе
You want my style now you want my name
All I have lеft is the fame