God, I'm Glad I'm Not

I Gave Her My Heart But She Wanted My Soul.

Anything I Can Sing, I Call A Song. Anything I Can't Sing, I Call A Poem.

Heard Ten Thousand Whispering And Nobody Listening. Heard One Person Starve, I Heard Many People Laughing. Heard The Song Of A Poet Who Died In The Gutter.

Got No Religion. Tried A Bunch Of Different Religions. The Churches Are Divided. Can't Make Up Their Minds And Neither Can I.

People Call You This Or That. But I Can't Respond Because Then It Seems Like I'm Defensive, You Know, What Does It Matter, Really?