Текст песни
""Into this world I came Filled with fear Crying all the time I guess my birth Left a great scar On my heart and mind Now I hand-pick cotton And struggle to sing \""I am happy and I do what I like\"" But my voice breaks And I start to hate My singing And simply everyone Mama told me Be good Work hard And love Mr. God Every Sunday I lie Trying to realize why Ain't nothing more to say Your Honor Don't look at me like that The truth is I am a free man But I can't enjoy my life I came to a standstill With lies and hopes inside my head Always seemed too late to turn And too soon to understand No I don't have a stomach ache It's just my face... I got stuck I ran aground I got used to spewing bile I wonder whether all those years Hadn't been a waste of time So how am I doing? Oh I CAN complain Smoke too many cigarettes But I don't care...""