Leaving for nothing, I am afraid

But my feet refused to run me

And my sorrow grow deeply

I am a poor boy with no girl to love

I am a poor guy with no willing dove

I am a cool man who seek for a neck

To heal my----self

Too many bears for the hunter

Holed just to ornate our living room

And instead of living with us in peace

We break their heart

I am a poor boy with no tiny love

I am a poor guy with no hiding love

I am a dead man with mushrooms in my head

And can’t eat them

There are crazy baldheads, shooting in my garden

Killing some babies genius around the trees

The Puppet family are trying to make me laugh

But my head is still un---trace--able

I am a poor boy living for myself

I am a nasty, funky, groovy teen

I am a walking man to the sun

A lone---some boy

Am X02210

C 032010

G 320000

Em 022000

Am/G X02010

E7 020100

E 022100

Ch1 033200

Ch2 055400

(pour les deux derniers, je n’ai

pas trouvé le vrai nom)