Call me stupid, call me crazy, call me what you will
I don't write this music with intent to pay my bills
Cookie cutout cardboard bands, and we all sound the same
Guess I'm just a hypocrite for living out my dreams
It may not make a difference, not trying to make you see
It may not make no sense to you, but oh, it does for me
And when it's all been said and done, I know that I had fun
Take it to the grave with me, this music still lives
What can I say that I haven't said before?
Not afraid to be mistaken, not afraid to try
Not afraid to be uncertain, not afraid to die
When the words stop coming out, the music finally stops
I'll pound my head against the wall, my bubble has been popped
lost the vibe the fluid feel the ink dried up my pen
Picked apart there's nothing left when they come back again
When it's all been said and done, I know that I had fun
Take it to the grave with me, this music still lives
Tale of a broken man...I just can't find the words, the story goes on
The tale of a broken man. Just can't find the words, the story goes on
The tale of a broken man. A broken man..broken..
