What Do You Want

What do you Want

Breaking my back under a cruel sun

hoping this day will soon be done

buzzards circle metaphorically

on a stormy sea

like grinning corpses

I`m thinking

What do you want from me

Yeah, what do you want from me

Rumors have me running around

to places I don`t usually go

Rumors have me living in

a cardboard box in shanty town.

What do you want from me....

Questions have been asked

once or twice

but I forget the answer every time

It all seems so distant now

but in an instant I`m right back beside you.

Still thinking,

What do you want from me.....