Piano Magic Part-monster
produce too much of something, not enough of something
else
But the doctors cannot help me with the puzzle of my
health
And I'm tired of easy music
And I'm tired of pretty girls
And I'm tired of being tired
And I'm tired of being hurt
I am the soldier at the back who is burdened by his books
Though I stare into the mirror, it does not tell me how I
look
So I'm shaving in the darkness and I'm turning in my
sleep
And I'm turning like a monster with a dead man in his
teeth
Oh, part-monster