szeretem a dalszövegíróját a petruskának, jók a cuccai, a magyar és angol dalszövegek is.
What is my message I could sing out loud?
The hidden truth that lies behind?
There ain't no good phrase in the daily rat race
I got trouble in my mind
I could blame it on the history of my country, my age
Was I born under a bad sign?
But in the mirror I see no excuses for me
I got trouble in my mind
The trouble with the world is all that I can see
I can't hold against the weight of what becomes of me
Sometimes I feel like dying and leaving all the things behind
Sometimes I see there's no way out from trouble in my mind
The daily struggle to be the perfect man
Takes hell a lot of time
And what do I get when I lay down my head?
Even more trouble in my mind
I couldn't really show my back to
The news that catches my eye
Corruption, politics, national conflicts
All end up in my mind
The trouble with the world is all that I can see
I can't hold against the weight of what becomes of me
Sometimes I feel like dying and leaving all the things behind
Sometimes I see there's no way out from troubles in my mind
I gotta be hard, I gotta let loose
I gotta make 'em happy while singin' the blues
I gotta give my heart but I gotta stay safe
I gotta show my weakness, I gotta feel brave
I gotta be a boy who has no soul
I gotta be a man who seen it all
I gotta be black and white and day and night
And even gotta bother with this thing in my mind
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