Davinare

March, Friday or Saturday

Art show with Ron English

Says I'm a worthless bum

You know they call me a worthless bum

You know I had my share of chums

But I'm a worthless bum, says I

You might be thinkin' of Davinare

You might be thinkin' of things that scare

Whatever you're thinking, I don't care

To be stripped bare

Worthless bum says I

I never deny a precious gift

You know I probably stole all my riffs

But I'm a worthless bum, says I

Oh, can't you see

You belong to me

How my poor heart aches

Every move you make

You know if things get outta hand

You know I'm the one who understands

Without or with you I'm just doin', doin' fine

You know I probably stole all my poetry

Even they took the most of it from me

But I will go on through the infinite

Believin' the lie

Worthless bum says I

You know who that I hear is pretty good

Understand, I'm a worthless bum

Worthless bum says I

You know I never tried to rip you off

Never tried to take your life

Worthless bum says I

If you were me

And I was you

Then everything's alright

We're outta sight

Worthless bum

Worthless bum

Worthless bum, says I