Issues

Well I wish I could have your issues

Well I wish I had some of my own

Yeah, but I was born with a silver spoon

In a warm and happy home

Well I wish I could have your issues

And your artistic credibility

I'm gonna hit the bottle, take an ounce of smack

And everybody's gonna wanna be me

But this life is taking it's toll, it ain't easy

And I don't know just how much I can take

You're so concerned yeah, we're breaking the mould

But that's easy

What ain't easy is telling the truth

Well I wish I had your issues

And your talent with the opposite sex

Oh yeah, your skills of fame

Do you pray on the weak and the maimed

And keep a tally on the back of your bed?

Well I wish I could have your issues

Oh but maybe I got some of my own

'Cause I'd make a deal with the devil, yeah I'd sell my soul

To be here sitting just one day on your throne

But this life is taking it's toll, it ain't easy

And I don't know just how much I can take

You're so concerned yeah, we're breaking the mould

But that's easy

What ain't easy is telling the truth

'Cause all of your words, they come easy

Yet when I speak of pain, no one believes me

You are a modern day saint, you have the key to their hearts

You're a real bohemian

And the worst of it all is that I'd rather be you than be me

But this life is taking it's toll, it ain't easy

And I don't know just how much I can take

You're so concerned yeah, we're breaking the mould

But that's easy

What ain't easy is telling the truth

Yeah, well this life is taking it's toll, it ain't easy

And I don't know just how much I can take

You're so concerned yeah, we're breaking the mould

But that's easy

What ain't easy is telling the truth