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I won t take your pity, and I won t be ignored.
I don t want your money but I wouldn t mind to be adored.
I won t be forgotten, I won t be denied.
I won t be held guilty for anything I might ve tried.
And there s no spooks around my door,
Paying my rent or sweeping my floor.
I never said things I never did mean,
Once or twice I ve lied.
I ve always been kind to women who have taken me in.
Sometimes you re a loser, sometimes you just can t win.
I can t live forever, I can t be blamed for trying.
I can t beg forgiveness just because you won t find me crying.
I won t want you thinking I m a gutless man.
Street fights they don t scare me, I avoid them when I can.
And there s no doubt about it, it s a pointless age built with men among
rage.
It s hard to be the saint when you steal the best lines,
someone else implied.
I never been one to talk much, I ve just lived in my skin.
Sometimes you re a sinner, sometimes you just can t win.