Текст песни
He was a man from Kokomo, USA
Who chased his career in the dirtiest way
He pretended, not afraid of the edge
A precise guy, an infallible mind
He was all about numbers and success
Now that he falls
No one’s waiting at the door
Once at the desk
Now he’s sleeping under the Frankfurt sky
A drama story, there ain’t no glory
Under the Frankfurt lights
Now you’re seeking help on another charity day
If there’s a roll of quarters relief will stop the fright
Now hey hey man! Same old hands once dressed in silk
Look! They shake! A tragic irony!
Down down down he has fallen
He got no place left to roam
Once at the desk
Now he’s sleeping under the Frankfurt sky
A drama story, there ain’t no glory
Under the Frankfurt lights
A dying soul, he wouldn’t mind
But now he’s one fighting for a dime, yeah
He flew to Germany
To show supremacy
He sold the capital
But now the capital sold him
Now (hey hey!)
Look at me now (hey hey!)
Just look at me now (hey hey!)
What am I now? (hey hey!)
What am I now? (hey hey!)
