The joy of working Lyrics
I'm so sick and tired of living
And there are still things to do
I talk about getting money
But I'm really looking for something new
I drink lots of coffee to think
And lots of whiskey to drink
I can't tell you if I'm happy
I know I'm not a freak
I am sometimes so emotional
I sometimes feel the same
As a poet in a poem he wrote
Through my tears he starts calling my name
I feel like a poet and a tramp
But I'm always looking for a lamp
I will say I'm an artist
But I'm always ready to stamp
Hey wait a minute!
I can't hear my thoughts
And those shoes I just wore up!
I am a very shy man
I'm walking the streets at night
And maybe this is the right time
And maybe this is the right place
Maybe I'm a man just born to have pity
On a man walking the streets at night
Maybe it's better to have pity
And to live with pity
I'm trying to sleep as long as I can
'cause the moon is watching me from the window
Oh I'm born to live through
But I can't say that it's wrong
I'm born to live through
I wrote another song
I'm born to live through
And maybe I'm so wrong
I'm breathing nicely
You sleeping nicely, neighbors
You sleeping nicely