a sadlookin harlequin
for whom they play the trombone
at night
hmm you know what they say
what they say while you smile
they say, you can’t cry, you can’t lie, you can’t die
Not alloud to be unproud for what you do.
uh.

and you do the harmonica
sounding end
sounding particular like an
unfortain friend
unsuitable
with greeneyed visions in
soft ice cream hmm.
They do pretend you were
not fair to life
but

i have a right to suffer
like everybody else
i have a right to suffer
like everybody else

yeah i have a right to
i have a right to
i have a right to
i have a right
to suffer

like everybody else

everbody knows
you’re good, you’re save
why sorrow?
Can’t help
to show the blow
of tomorrow

you snort the whole
at once again
and you cry and cry
in vain

but i have a right to suffer
like everybody else
i have a right to suffer
like everybody else

yeah i have a right to
i have a right to
i have a right to
i have a right
to suffer

like everybody else