You’re always lack of something special
Cause nothing drives you hard enough.
You’re cracking FBI for pleasure
And its commotions make you laugh.
You scandalize with honest people,
With no looks of being rough;
You’re stealing their cars to cripple
But nothing drives you hard enough.
You really never see the reason
To take from life the smallest half.
The boredom’s worth for you than prison
But nothing drives you hard enough.
Sometimes you can’t put up with sorrow
And that’s the only thing you have.
Sometimes you feel like you don’t know
But nothing drives you hard enough.
Boring man
© Copyright: Якоб Энгелар, 2006
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