Bounce Back

There was on old disheveled man with a hand tattoo

No shoes, and a bottle of vodka, too

He stumbled over in a drunken rage and then cursed at the world

Like a drugged rat trapped in a laboratory cage

I asked him, "Who and how and why and where did this happen?"

And, "Are you willing to make a special kind of change?"

He looked up, put a half-smoked cigarette butt to his mouth

And as he spouted out he said

C'est la vie

Something's taken over me

And I can't see anything in front of me

But hopefully I can bounce back yet again

I can bounce back yet again

Help me

Something's taken over me

And I can't see anything in front of me

But hopefully I can bounce back yet again

I can bounce back yet again

He had the shit-end of the stick

For so much longer than he would like to have admit

He had the shit-end of the stick

For so much longer than he would like to have admit

You all walk passed me on the morning commute

Right before the job that you don't even want yourself

Don't you think that's just slightly odd?

I don't want your sympathy

I don't want a lecture on what I should be

I don't want your responsibility

I don't need a thing and that's just fine with me

C'est la vie

Something's taken over me

And I can't see anything in front of me

But hopefully I can bounce back yet again

I can bounce back yet again

Help me

Something's taken over me (something's taken over me)

And I can't see anything in front of me

But hopefully I can bounce back yet again

I can bounce back yet again