letters to the blindmen - 1994
chin up buckethead
chin up buckethead i know you do not have the greatest of jobs and it must seem an insult to have your name on a vat of industrial scrub cleaner but at least you can dream of fame and white roses when you walk home from the drudgery i have no dreams anymore people told me dreams would be my death i thought they were right now i do what i have to do to know s-u-c-c-e-s-s and success is its own reward or so people tell me but i hear no applause when i finish the day and i see no shower of flowers in the dreams i don't have
in the dreams i don't have i hear no applause
keep the faith and scrub till it shines
Posted on décembre 06, 2001 10:02 PM-=-=-=-=+=-=-=-=-
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