Ferdy

Please don't act all fine, playing your games, somewhere a chime, or maybe the blues, some lousy frame, it's always you, never turns out right, far away from pain, sleeping bad, drinking wine, what a bum tune, coming home you say, call that good news, naked from your crimes, no light across the plain, lost in your own designs, you haven't got a dime, waiting for a dismal train, passengers hum no sunshine, when you talk coastlines, when you feel rain, remember those lines, remember who gains.