You gotta believe me I’m doing my best I apologize for all the flack i caused for dropping out Yeah i kicked up a storm But the winds have died down I’ve got a lot of bottles on the counter this time round The story in my head To the poets fly of hand(?) Well they ought to stick a little suffering Son of a working man Well your work is so thin But it spits you right out Why is it so hard? I should have run you out of town And if it looks like it is Then it probably aint The more that you talk The more that my interest goes away Yeah your work is so thin But it spits you right out Why is it so hard? I should have run you out of town I should have run you out of town
