i bear no fruit and i make no noise
but i’ll make a good impression on these little girls and boys
i ain’t no thief
man, i stole no loot
i ain’t got no goddamn pistol but i’ve got someone to shoot
ain’t got no family
ain’t got no name
i ain’t got no goddamn alibi but i’ve got someone to blame
i know no one loves me
i’ve got no one to adore
i think i know the reason
but i wanna know for sure
it’s all that’s left and babe that’s fine by me
got one last chance for freedom though we’re never really free
cuz i bring no present
i bring no past
and mostly i’m a downer but i’ll sometimes have a blast
in these cajun cages
here i rot
my sacred space is finite
so i’m shaking what i’ve got
source of power
source of shame
they’ve given me a number but i still don’t have a name
and i’ve got no power
but still the source of all your shame
and i sit in silence as it’s fine by me
it landed me in prison
but i can’t just let it be
got no future
ain’t got no plan
i brought my best intentions but i’m still an evil man
(link it to “singer-songwriter”)
(link it to “roll over beethoven” as a “shifting of the guards”)