Ernie Botts + The Miseries
Текст песни Everyman

Light a match watch it smoke out
Grey cold embers of growing doubt
The spark is lit and then it dies
Like waning fire in lover's eyes

Tell me you're dying
Tell me you're feeling low
Tell me you're dying
Tell me you're feeling low

And every man who works outside
You're telling me he don't take pride
In what he does or says
Or what he takes home

Move your feet on down the strip
To where your people once gathered
Clouded minds and desperate fates
All of the lives that you have ravished

Tell me you're dying
Tell me you're feeling low
Tell me you're dying
Tell me you're feeling low

And every girl with starry eyes
You're telling me she can live her lies
Of beauty and mystique
Or the brilliant guy she'll meet

Fill a vial up with tears
Tell the world about your fears
Scream and shout at what's been taken
Cry out that you've been mistaken
All these voices haunting me
I carry them all no one can see
That I've lost my bearings
See

Tell you I'm dying
Tell you I'm feeling low
Tell you I'm dying
Tell you I'm feeling low

And every time I complain about my life
Lights die off and I compromise
Oh everything I've ever done
Or had enough mind to believe

Ooo...
Ooo...
Ooo...