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Pieces of a man
(Billy Bob Thornton)
The burning of that first cigarette Is enough to make me half-way forget That there's no place where I feel at home I guess that I was just born to roam Buses, trains and other people's cars Are the means by which I gaze at the stars Loose change from strangers here and there Gives me a little hope that someone cares Sure, I'm an able-bodied man People think I should work and that I can But it's not my hands that put me in a bind It's a problem the good lord gave my mind Well, I've cried, believe me I've begged madness to leave me And like anyone, I didn't ask to be born But I'm here anyway and I'm one of those who is torn In pieces, pieces of a man If I could choose to change, I would, god knows But my thoughts go where the cold wind blows And they say give credit where credit is due I've never had any credit, so I don't feel like they do Who knows why some are broken from the start? I guess the rules are made up by someone who's smart If that's the case, I wish they'd figure us out And tell us where to go and what's it all about Well, I've cried, believe me I've begged madness to leave me And like anyone, I didn't ask to be born But I'm here anyway and I'm one of those who is torn In pieces, pieces of a man In pieces, in pieces In pieces, in pieces In pieces, in pieces In pieces, in pieces
Pierces of a man (part II)
I work twenty four hours a day in my head I wish I could live in silence instead I keep trying to make some kind of plan But I can't gather the pieces of this man