Good Rats Man On A Fish
Ask me whatever yes is and knows
I'm a man of the world who has traveled all roads
And I've seen all the troubles that a lifetime should see
Like a man on a fish -- it ain't no place to be
And I've seen only sorrow in brassy old beds
And I've looked for the answers in many gray heads
I like to listen to the words that I say
I'm the only man left who will see things my way
Like the old movie houses that haven't been sold
I was filled with a warmness that's turned into cold
Look at my face boy -- study it close
Look at my eyes and notice my nose
Are you thinking that I must have been quiet a man
Well it's more than you think -- I can still break ya hand
If its pity you're giving - then I'll have me none
If it's warmth you're expecting -- go out in the sun!
I like to listen to the words that I say
I'm the only man left who will see things my way
Like the old movie houses that haven't been sold
I was filled with a warmness that's turned into cold
Your time is coming and mine's near the end
I believe there's a chance that I might be here again
And I'll see all the troubles that a lifetime should see
Like a man on a fish -- it ain't no place to be
And I'll throw my arm out as I reach for the ring
Life's a merry-go-round -- I'll repeat everything!
I like to listen to the words that I say
I'm the only man left who will see things my way
Like the old movie houses that haven't been sold
I was filled with a warmness that's turned into cold
I like to listen to the words that I say
I'm the only man left who will see things my way
Like the old movie houses that haven't been sold
I was filled with a warmness that's turned into cold
I like to listen to the words that I say
I'm the only man left who will see things my way
Like the old movie houses that haven't been sold
I was filled with a warmness that's turned into cold