All my songs sound the same
Because there's so many people to blame
If I was rich, I'd be the same
Everybody else would change
Two straight albums down the drain
People ask if I'm insane
They took my home and then
They took my city
They took my woman when
She still was pretty
They took my words
And they took my songs
They're going to give them back
When they get them all wrong
They took my soul and then
They took my style
Wearing shades when
They took my smile
They took my board
And they took my waves
Then they gave me a God
And told me I was saved
When I've stumbled in my life
I was trying to grab the knife
You know the one inside my back?
It's always painted black
Before you give me your advice
Be sure you think it through twice
I could tell you about my story
But it's all over now
All the passion all the glory
It's all over now
Did you know how close I came?
You even know my name?
Did you know I lost the game?
Before I began to play
Got to start over again
