I was born a space man in an alien world,
Idolising money, status and girls,
I was born a superhero the king of the world,
I knew one day they'd be singing my name.
When I was rebuked it was them not be,
I was perfect and they were obscene,
I was smart and them naieve,
I was strong and them weak.
At 18 I went bravely to that big bad world,
Chasing like crazy that money, those girls,
They say that charm is decieteful and beauty vain,
But I was crazy and arrogant and strange.
Those girls rebuked me and broke my witt,
Those minimum wage jobs broke my gritt,
Days living in doss houses with druggys and drunks,
Eating cheap, living weak for months and months.
And I got humbled because pretty girls dont care about love,
They care about keeping up apperances and getting ahead,
And I got humbled because money doesnt buy me relief,
Because the problems in my head are to do with belief.
And its a vain world with no community,
Its a strange world with no dignity,
It's a tough world full of pain and strife,
Discontentment and loss of life.
Save the enviroment, it cant be done,
Sexual magnimity and feminisim's not the problem,
Its a global world full of oligarcs and rich kings,
10x on the cost of living,
It's a global world of self worth and self pride,
Where communitys gone by the wayside.
I came out of home, I used to slate my mum and dad,
Saying I was abused and life was bad,
And it wasnt ideal but it wasnt for anyone,
And I was blessed, I know thats real.
I want a small world with some freash air,
With some people who genuinly care,
I want the bible and I want hymns,
I want the freedom to create things,
I want serenity and I want health,
I want wisdom and I want wealth.
I thank God and I know who's king,
he's been so good to me,
I'd be a fool to be complaining.