Samuel

For each little bit of you, if anyone enquires, give them no clue, life isn't a stone, taken to the fire, why should you atone, your little cup of ruin, is no more than a choir, you can still play tunes, you know in your bones, it poisons your desire, but leaves you alone, whoever reads the news, see who's for hire, find your own truth, if no one 'phones, when you try to inspire, forget your home, dance a poor man's Blues, sing on the wire, you always pay your dues, you're not a liar.