Notes


And what good is it, when you’ve got the gear? / when you’re filled with fear,
But/and you’re all alone with no idea

but the rules kept changing, turned love to hate.
(So that’s) one for God, and still no points for me.
(And while the) God’s are laughin’, there’s the Devil to pay.
(I hope the) God’s are laughin’ at my misery.

that all I’ve built is a hill of beans. / that all I’m buildin’ is a hill of beans.
But I’ll keep on going, despite the odds.

Misunderstood. Misunderstood.
I’m not tryin’ – and that’s a crime.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: