Shuffle can to can nobody really gives a damn For every living day I give myself a hand Now I´m scroungy as can be I got all you normals looking at me I´ll scratch a hole in my life
So everyone can see My mind is a mind that I have come to know And my eyes can´t conceive a world that can not grow And Fridays are always fresh days Screamin´ at the sun, don´t really Know what he has done He don´t believe in God and a world as one So he rambles through the weeds And he will sleep beneath the trees On the day I die, Thank God my Soul will be released I´ve seen all your eyes And I´ve seen all your faces Can you tell me honestly that you wanna be free? Then look in my eyes I´ve been lots of places Can you tell me honestly that you´d want to be me