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well i killed myself trying to write this damn song my back was broke, i had no idea where i belonged i was lost at sea, the captain was drunk he was some shipwrecked mohawked punk more concerned with fashion than keepin' the ship from crashin' so i said, "who the hell put him in charge and who put me on this goddamned barge??" well, i swear, the kid was lucky that i didn't beat him to death like i was some kind of alex de large and when we finally arrived back at shore we were singing old dying drinking songs, but what's more they were rotting in our throats, by the time they had come out i'm not sure about you, but i had no doubt that they had drifted away long ago and i realized i couldn't write the beautiful classic popsong but if i could, i'd sing it to the children, so they might grow up to be strong and i'd sing it to the love i've never had, and then i'd never have to be sad and it would live for a long long long long long long long long time and i was searching for a rhyme one that would shine on forever, like all of us Letras de cancionesand i needed to decide whether or not i was a song i could trust if it was a song worth singing, with words worth bringing to your ears and well, it's one of my fears that this song is worthless it's washed up on the shores all cold and mirthless dried up and pukesick is this some sort of sick joke? one that'll still laugh at me when i'm lyin' in a heap and my spine's broke well i'd like to choke that grin right off your face you shitty song, i can't believe i've written you, i'm a disgrace i ought to be hung, so that everyone can see my loose body in the town square, hanging from the tree i hope they throw tomatoes, cause i'm gettin' hungry but you see, this ain't me i want to be free. I WANT TO BE FREE. From Letras Mania