LYRICS GAME

What a day, what a day

I'm wrecked, I'm wrecked

Waiter, bring me the wine

Let me sing

'Cause I don't feel like stayin' with these people

Who talk to me

But say nothing

Let me sing

And I even feel a bit worked up

By these people who ask me for a photo

I'd like to talk to them about themselves

Let me sing

I'm going crazy chasing too many demands

I need, at roll call

To say I'm absent

And, and let me sing

For the friends I left in the parking lot

I almost feel guilty

For having had this dirty success

A friend onstage who kills you off it

Let me sing

I'm no good at making up speeches

I mess up the manners

The tones, even the timing

I speak low, you wouldn't even hear me

Let me sing

At these dinners with guys in ties

I talk with gestures, I don't know their language

Let me sing

For that guy who doesn't have a name anymore

He's on the street, begging for a heart

For that father who shuts his eyes tight

In front of his son to guard his dreams

And let me sing

For these cats waiting awake

For an engine to keep themselves warm

For the memories that break my sleep

And in bed make me spin like a madman

A madman, a madman