dont know about right
dont know about left
all i know is when she left
i lost all that was right
been up all night
drinking and gambling
been up all day
sinking and rambling
me myself and is to blame
they are about to lose what they gained
cornered and calculating
all that t should have done better
all that i shoud have done better
is sleeping next to me
singing me sweet sweet songs
and sorting my rights from wrongs
one day i will be a brick in a wall
painted by masters hand and standing so tall
that nobody can see the other side
unless they pay some stones, to move far, to move wide