You're barely out of childhood
May we give you a job, good luck
When it's not rehash ideas
Like a chewing -used gum
There are days when we want to give up
I didn't say hello to the wise men
That they put my rants in a cage
With their school and all their tomorrows
Who had to sing
There are days when we want to give up
There are days that make for little mornings
Where we don't care about people who are hungry
There are people, believe me, we would like to
No longer worry about your neighbor
There's the girl you want not
And then the one who hangs like a key ring on your arm
Marie-Madeleine with whom we should dare but we never dare
And then there is the girl who we always let it go...
There's the song that doesn't come
And then the one that we write without thinking a word about it
There are the ideas that we don't believe
But we carry it like a flag
There are days when it would be better to get lost
There are days that make for early mornings
Where we don't care about people who are hungry
There are some, believe me, we would like to
No longer worry about our neighbor
I have tired of working miracles
For a bunch of guys who are scratching their heads and giving it a damn
I have a little cross waiting for me
And three nails waiting for me waiting on the Mount of Olives
If I don't get better one day I'll let myself be nailed there

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