I wish I were born , master , a singer, and maybe a unic one .
Don`t bother , master , to tell me what I know .
I know , master , I was never ment to speak .
I never was to say a single word , master .
Was I, never the less , master , born to sing ?
Am I supposed , master , to think you don`t know .
And if you don`t know , master , then
what good are you really master for ,
what on earth can I use you for ?
I wish I were born , master , a painter , and maybe a unic one .
Don`t bother , master, to tell me what you know.
I know , master , I was never ment to blink an eye master ,
I never was to draw a strait line master .
Was I never the less , master , born to paint ?
I wish I were born , master , a composer , and maybe a unic one.
Bother to tell me , you master , tell me what I know .
Tell me I got out of line , master , and you are furius now.
You can`t stand it , master , to accept that I know .
But never mind , master , what I know and tell me .
Was I, never the less , master , born to compose ?
Hit the wide road , son . Fly out there .
Beat it like a single drum , son , hunging in the ear .
Speak your own mind , son . Get it out of your soul .
Shout it out understandable , Whisper it into the whole .
Mean your own heart, son . Let it out with a bung .
Don`t you show all you got , son . A part of it fills anybody`s cup.
