스크립트 (en)

L'Homme I'm just a poor boy The master of my soul I've spawned my resistance For a pocket full of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jests Still a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy in the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station running scared Laying low, seeking out the poor quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places on the hill we know La la la. Asking only workman's wages. I come looking for a job but I get no offers. Just to come on from the hoes on. of the avenue. I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome I took some coffee pen. La la la. La la la. Oh my God La la la La la la La la la La la la La, la, la... Then I'm laying out my winter clothes Wishing I was gone, gone home Where the New York City winters are in bleeding me Leading me, going home In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down And he cut him until he cried out in his anger and his shame Well, I am leaving, I am evil But the fighter still remains, he still remains La la la la... I love you.