Audience's staering at me and my hair waiting I pull my troubles out my hat, I swear.
Everynight I burn my throat dancing and praying with my fellas at the backstage a cappella. All of them are my man, but really, I am the only real monkeyman.
The sunset is my timeless drug and when it comes I always get upset.
You went to get high, left me lying in your bed and then we played with myself.
Nobody teaches me to walk through the life, but early I learned to die and fly, at the same time, it is, it is my personal crime.
See ya, Amy!
