The Hard Eight Sözleri

Thought I should let you know that we're all worried

About the way you choose to live your life

You always seem to be in such a big hurry

All work, no play leaves no time for delight

You're not a slave

But you seem to be tired down

You seek enlightenment in dead presidents

But there's nothing to be found

You tell everybody that you'r doing fine

But I know you better

And I know you'd never let them see you cry

Keep telling yourself that you don't need help

I wish you'd take it easier, friend

Because if life is the means

What's the end?

What's it going to take for you to learn your lesson?

You're on a wire

Skating on thin ice

The bookies and the doctors got you sweating

Was cheating death and cheating bets worth the price?

Why, then is your tired back breaking

Your poor heart still aching?

For money can't buy love or protect you from pain

So what gives?