Ballad of the Lost Musician

Standin' right in front of crowd
Talkin' on the truth and pride
Lookin' like some kind of [bad word] We all saw those things before

Ballad of the lost musician
Music feeds us bad nutrition
Every night I got desire
To burn my sax and make warm by the fire

I inherit sorrow and grief
Hey, Mrs. Bassist, take the right reef
The staircase of my success
Starts in hell and ends the same place

Ballad of the lost musician
Music feeds us bad nutrition
Every night I got desire
To burn my sax and make warm by the fire

(Solo)

Right hand - broken
Trousers-torn
Whisky-have you?
Women [bad word] Motto [bad word] up
Symbol-horn
What about feelings?
What about feelings?
And how about feelings?-
Some more [bad word] !

Ballad of the lost musician
Music feeds us bad nutrition
Every night I got desire
To burn my sax and make warm by the fire

Come on, come, come and get it…(etc.)