Testo This Is What I Came For - Peter Moren
Testo della canzone This Is What I Came For (Peter Moren), tratta dall'album The Last Tycoon
To begin with there were bibles round and cripples too
So your upbringing don't fit your style
So you lock yourself up in your room with things to do
Hoping it will go away in a while
Still you're acting as if everything is fine fine fine
You're the spoiled white kid with clenched white teeth
While hurray henrys and nationalists will let you down
There are still so many more out there to meet
If you walk a bit further than this street
In the big city the neon lights and urban folklore invites
All hunchbacks to participate
If you study the language and the marketplace
Talk up talk down know what to buy and sell
And you have a firm opinion you're always right right right
Still the door shuts right in front of you
And your nose starts to bleed and you have to lie down
It's amazing what you could do
If your awful thoughts got acted out for you
And you hide in the churchyard by the family grave
One more lost soul left to save
But you can't make up your mind how to stand yourself
When your heritage is cute not brave
And the loved ones are the lonely ones and they get cold
And your image building is your soul
And you dig and you dig and you rock'n roll
And the judge transports you out of the court
You have to choose the words you're bound to abort
If you wise up and get phony like a common clown
You might build up the courage to settle down
And you carry all these tombstones round as if they were a treasure
When they're just a fiction of your mind
If you take a look around it's all fine fine fine
And it's nothing you can do about it
There are drug cases and basket cases and refugees from war
And it's obvious you're neither of them
So I guess you have to live through it
And I know your eyes ain't on the guys when we're apart
You're so true to me, how come you are
In the middle of my supper in the middle of my shave
Come to think of it I reach quite far
If you reach out for a fallen star it's never there
Cause it's deadly as the rest of us
But I reach out for your fingertips and I stop to breathe
And I know I'm not hoping no more
Cause I got all that I could hope for
Like a riddle you've been blessed with to figure out
When you have to practice hard to learn
But the learning is the pleasure and the knowledge is just grief
I'm ready for to turn turn turn
Come rain or come shine let me have a piece
Of that fat cake on display
When I swallow it all let me have some more
And let me lick up the crumbs on the floor
And I swear I won't weep anymore
Cause this is, this is, this is what I came for
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Writer(s): Peter Moren
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