Interpret:

Supertramp

Album:

Breakfast in America

I\'m feelin\' so alone now
They cut the telephone un hunh
Yeah my life is just a mess


I threw it all away now
I could have made a fortune
I lost the craving for success...


And as the Acrobats they tumble
So the corn begins to crumble
While in the mirror
She admires a brand new dress...


Live on the second floor now
They\'re tryin\' to bust the door down
Soon I\'ll have a new address...


So much for liberation
They\'ll have a celebration
Yeah I\'ve been under too much stress


And as the clouds begin to rumble
So the juggler makes his fumble
And the sun upon my wall is getting less


Don\'t, give a damn
Fight, while you can
Kill, shoot \'em up
They\'ll, they\'ll run amuck


Shout Judas
Loud, they\'ll hear us
Soldier, Sailor
Who\'s your tailor
They\'ll run for cover when they discover
Everyone\'s a nervous wreck now


I used to think she was so nimble
Would have bought her as a symbol
But now I can\'t afford the pen to sign her checks


I don\'t, give a damn
Fight, while you can
Kill, shoot \'em up
They\'ll, they\'ll run amuck


Shout Judas
Loud, they\'ll hear us
Soldier, Sailor
Who\'s your tailor
They\'ll run for cover when they discover
Everyone\'s a nervous wreck now
Life\'s just a bummer, they got your number
We\'ll give as good as we get now
Rise from the gutter, stick with each other
We\'ll drive \'em over the edge now
They\'re gonna bleed, that\'s what they need
We\'ll get together and blow their cover
We\'re ready
Yeah, we\'re ready
Yeah, we\'re ready