Help Yourself

(albüm: The Waiting Room - 2016)

Got no charisma? Got no escape?
Don't feel the loving, just a distaste?
Well, there are tigers and there are fawns
You can decide yourself which side you're on
And you just help yourself
You just help yourself

Can't find the stature? Can't find the speed?
Got no books to stand on that might give you that little peep?
Got lazy swimmers? Feeling dead in the sac?
Got a woman who is ticking and a-moaning behind your back?
Well, you just help yourself
Take what you can
Make yourself a man

Like a tease, you got a little smile
Got that itty-bitty feeling that you got more going on inside
I ain't got no money, I ain't got no style
Don't waste your time, y'gotta life to find, they're gonna leave you behind
And you just help yourself
Take what you can
Make yourself a man

Can't see the reason? Can't see the light?
Got no books to read on your shelf that's gonna give you some of that insight?
If I could show you, I surely would
But all the gods I've known, baby, are made out of flesh and blood
Ain't got no loving, ain't got no style
Well, I could get it up, baby, I could keep it filled there all night
Ain't got no worth, I got no escape
I gotta
Well, you just help yourself
Take what you can
Make yourself a man

Can't say that I like it
Can't say that I love it
Can't say I'm not feeling the pressure pushing down from above
Can't play the bongos, can't play guitar
I'm a singer standing over there somewhere
You're leaning on the bar
My time is ebbing, my time is up
My time is showing itself for what it always was
Well, there are tigers and there are fawns
You decide yourself which side you're on