Harry Do What I Do
I sit at this table with nine heads
Each one fills me with dread
And each one takes a toll
And each one kills my soul
And one to tell me Im a sinner
And one to tell me Im beginner
And one to take me under the table
And one to tell me I am wonderful
I do what I do and I hate to regret (x2)
No one really likes you
And no one really cares
I do what I do and I hate to regret (x2)
No one really likes you
And no one really cares, yeah, alright
I sit at this table for some time
Each head has a little rhyme
Each one makes me empty
And each ones full of plenty
And two to tell me I'll get nowhere
And two to tell me I am everywhere
And one to take me under the table
And one to tell me I am wonderful
I do what I do and I hate to regret (x2)
No one really likes you
And no one really cares
I do what I do and I hate to regret (x2)
No one really likes you
And no one really cares, yeah, alright
I do what I do and I hate to regret (x2)
No one really likes you
And no one really cares
I do what I do and I hate to regret (x2)
No one really likes you
And no one really cares, yeah, alright
