Andreas Kümmert - Poor Boy Boogie

Here's a little story of a man lives by his own
Well here's a little story of a man lives by his own

Yes it really is that simple, I used to walk down on the streets
I make it little by little, don't want to overwhelm my feed
And I meet my guy at the corner, give him one my share and leave
And I follow down my leader, he's the one in whom I believe

And I do believe
And I do believe
Yes, I do believe

Yes, I know I had it coming I felt that way before
You know my mother took blood samples
Works as a nurse on seventh street right at the city's core
She took me to a doctor, she said: Doctor, doctor, please
My son is in big trouble, I take my bags and leave

I take my bags and leave
I take my bags and leave
I take my bags and leave

I got caught by the police, they locked my up in a cage
They ripped off of my suicase, put me in judge for human race
I say i'll be there forever so I took me some space
I hung myself in the night, they dumped my body in a lake

And I do believe
And I do believe
Yes, I do believe