They say how can you sing when you are not,
from poverty?
Well i say how can you sing about poverty,
when you can not sing?
Hung up on all of your ambitions,
but nothing ever to comes to fruition.
Slide into the next transition,
it seems your waiting for some recognition.
I live in denial,
'cause I'm afraid of what you might find.
But i don't cry myself to sleep,
'cause I know there's something your hiding behind.
Hung up on all of your ambitions,
but nothing ever to comes to fruition.
Slide into the next transition,
I guess your waiting for some recognition.
Well you won't get it from me.
Whilst you were concerned about the weight of the world,
I was getting high with the cinnamon girl.
So come along sonny cause Sally won't wait,
for ten silver saxes, girl your too late.