Texty:
Rundgren Todd For Lack Of Honest Work

life's biggest tragedy You're so long ago and so far away But my dream lives on forever I guess I believe that I'll see you one day For without it there

A handful of nothing is all that I need Contains plus and minus everything The odd combinations are what make up The world that you see before you In

Look at this empty face Look at this broken frame I have been no other place And you know I've heard no other name How can you keep me so? How can I

anymore but Can we still be friends? Things just can't go on like before but Can we still be friends? We had something to learn Now, it's time for the

I don't want to work I want to bang on the drum all day I don't want to play I just want to bang on the drum all day Ever since I was a tiny boy I don

do For lack of honest work My family is lost to me They could not bear the hurt To see the state their boy is in For lack of honest work I hold no blame for

a touch tone tune monotony Because some snot nosed pube has blocked me out And I wait, and I wait And I hate my frickin I.S.P., he ain't got no bandwidth left for

of dying instead And maybe you remember the last time you called me To say we were through How it took a million tears Just to prove they all were for

Well I've been burned in my prime Simple things in life seem so hard to learn sometimes And it takes so long, catch it while you can Too late tomorrow