The Autobiography

I am as most people know me, aloof.
I don’t care about many things and won’t
Suffer details about things I do
Or the things I don’t.
I’ve never spoken seriously.
I don’t believe a thing I say, I mean less
If I was someone else I wouldn’t like me,
But I am me and I love me best.

I’ve feigned depth and walked with wolves,
I’ve seen the impossible come and pass.
I could’ve been remarkable
If I wasn’t so damn working class.

I’ve got broad shoulders on my back and
I’ve calloused palms, also feet.
I’ve built houses with my hands,
And very rarely will I eat meat.
My muscles are lean and fibrous,
I drink beer and smoke cigarettes.
I can run, swim and be tireless.
But I like building best.

I’ve acted tough and laughed too hard
I come off loud and crass,
I could’ve been an athlete
If I wasn’t so damn working class.

I have some precious gifts in me and
I can make music or write my thoughts.
I’ve built a knack for getting by
Without ever being taught.
I can crunch the numbers well
And beef my right ass pocket.
I prefer to create and not to sell
And play the blues, even rock it.

I still can’t breathe in space
But I’m never late for mass.
I could’ve been a genius
If I wasn’t so damn working class.

My arms were built to punish and
My words leans towards aggression.
But my face was built to smile and kiss
My hands for holdin’ - and carressin’
I’ve let so many people down and
Took dead aim and missed,
I’ve given up on finding mine
Because I know she don’t exist.

I’ve closed some ground and made some tracks
And I burn every bridge I pass.
I could’ve been a dreamboat
If I wasn’t so damn working class

I want to swim through every river and
Want to be able to cry when I’m sad.
I’m gonna scholarize and I’m gonna fight
And I want my kids to call me dad.
I want to build more buildings and
Fight in our next war.
I want to change as much as I do
And go where I haven’t been before.

I always dance across the Kennedy
Cause it hurts to watch cars whizz past.
I could be whatever I want
If I wasn’t so damn working class.

If I could do it again I’d change everything
And when I draw in my last,
I could’ve done so many things
If I wasn’t so damn working class.