Robert

With A Smile On His Face

By Frank Peter Hermsen

 

Well, this is Robert

And Iīm stoned again

Lights are out

A drink in my hand

Iīve got everything

What I do not need

And I finally reached

The dark end of the street

 

Oh. Robert

With a smile on his face

 

No more sorrows

Here in the mud

No tomorrows

Just a life on drug

My life is damned cold

I really lost my heat

Because I finally reached

The dark end of the street

 

I donīt understand

Whatever I say

I use to talk in a very

Roundabout way

Lies are the trips through

My boaring days

Hoping once to get

Far away

 

I didnīt leave footprints

Wherever Iīve been

I call it the value

Of not to be seen

Nobody knows me

A directory I donīt need

Itīs rather lonely

At the dark end of the street

 

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