LYRICS GAME

I know a donkey raising a little bird in a cage

I know a goat on the street corner begging for change

I tremble just imagining

that the city is armed to the teeth

And I hide among rubble and ruins

In paper castles

that the city is armed to the teeth

And I hide between concrete walls

Among buildings that pierce the skies

I'm not made of iron, no

I'm not steel

My flesh is weak

I'm a failure

I'm not made of iron, no

I'm not steel

My flesh is weak

I'm a fiasco

Although I try to control myself

The vices win, I'll submit

Quiet, minding my own, I'm already wrong

You can be sure I'm not a poor wretch

That I'm not a poor wretch

I'm not made of iron, no

I'm not steel

My flesh is weak

I'm a failure

I'm not made of iron, no

I'm not steel

My flesh is weak

I'm a fiasco

I'm not made of iron, no

I'm not steel

My flesh is weak

I'm a failure

I'm not made of iron, no

I'm not steel

My flesh is weak

I'm a fiasco