If I can't be a part of your world:
You hide me behind what you'd like to see,
A tap-dancin' son of a whore
Well, I'll shuffle on down to the crackhouse row
Where gang wars'll take care of me
My lyrics never painted such a picture show
But it's all part of my destiny
You say, you say, you say, you say
That it's not fair that I should live
Without an answer, without a place in the world
And it's not fair, that I should give
Up and into what they see
If they like what you say
If they like what you say
Well, I've been around the world, but I don't know how
A tourist in blindfolds and chains
Well, if you had the chance, would you leave me there
Or would you bring it all back again?
You say, you say, you say, you say
That it's not fair that I should live
Without an answer, without a place in the world
And it's not fair, that I should give
Up and into what they see
If they like what you say
If they like what you say
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