I won't take your pity, and I won't be ignored. I don't want your money, but I wouldn't mind to be adored. I won't be forgotten, I won't be denied. I can't be held guilty for anything I might've tried.
And there's no spooks around my door, Paying my rent or sweeping my floor. I never said things I never did mean, Once or twice I've lied.
I've always been kind to women who have taken me in. Sometimes you're a sinner, sometimes you just can't win.
I can't live forever, I can't be blamed for trying. I can't beg forgiveness just because you won't find me crying. I won't want you thinking I'm a gutless man. Street fights they don't scare me, I avoid them when I can.
And there's no doubt about it, it's a pointless age built with men among rage. It's hard to be the saint when you steal the best lines, someone else implied.
I never been one to talk much, I've just lived in my skin. Sometimes you're a loser, sometimes you just can't win.
I won't be a hound dog, I won't be a bust. I can't compensate you for anything you might've lost. I don't understand you, but what's to understand. You joined last night's choir, and me, I joined a band
And there's no reason, just cold-hard facts, Nothing's ever real and the truth just cracks. I don't want this 'cause I've got mine, And jealousy's not my style.
Someday I'll get bored and contemplate giving in. Sometimes you're a saint, sometimes you just can't win.