I sing a simple song to the man with the poem
The man with the poem has it better than me
He paints a pretty picture with words that are flowing
With words that are flowing they are simple and free
As for me the martyr I am making a living
I am making a living the hours are long
I write, I read, I reason just to get where I'm going
To get where I'm going away from this song
He sings work all night and work all day
Forget about the family forget about the play
Indenture your life to the man with the money
The man with the money has it better than you
I'm a lost and lazy loser I am losing my memory
I am losing my memory to things that are wrong
I am fighting feeble fires with my friends they are fearful
My friends they are fearful I have just gone insane
He sings work all night and work all day
Forget about the family forget about the play
Indenture your life to the man with the money
The man with the money has it better than you
I am lost and lonely, you can now clearly see
That my mind has been taken over
By my self consumed ways I am lost in this haze
And I need to be so found
I sing a simple song to the man with the poem
The man with the poem has it simple and free
He tells a pretty story with words that are moving
With words that are moving if you just let them be
He sings work all night and work all day
Forget about the family forget about the play
Indenture your life to the man with the money
The man with the money has it better than you