Four

and

Twen-

ty

years

ago

I

come

in-

to

this

life,

A

Son

of

a

wo-

man

And

a

man

who

lived

in

stri-

fe

He

was

tired

of

being

poor.

But

he

was-

n't

in-

to

sel=-

ling

door

to

door

And

he

worked

like

a

de-

vil

to

be

more.

A

diffe-

rent

kind

of

po-

ver-

ty

now

up-

sets

me

so

Night

af-

ter

sleep-

less

night

I

walk

the

floor

and

want

to

know

Why

am

I

so

alo-

ne?

Where

is

my

wo-

man,

can

I

bring

her

ho-

me?

Have

I

dri-

ven

her

aw-

ay?

Is

she

go-

ne?

Mor-

ning

comes

the

sun-

rise,

And

I'm

dri-

ven

to

my

bed

I

see

that

it

is

emp=-

ty

And

there's

de-

vils

in

my

head.

I

emb-

race

the

ma-

ny

co-

lo-

red

beast.

I

grow

wea-

ry

of

the

tor-

ment

Can

there

be

no

pea-

ce?

And

I

find

my-

self

just

wis-

hing

that

my

life

would

simp-

ly

cea-

se.