Jean-Baptiste Is the Howling Wolf Songtext
von Absynthe Minded

Is it the people, is it the place
Is it this athmosphere that makes me fade
Away in circles i lose my head
It all is such a bore i can? t accept no more

Of that bullshit them people say to me
I am a cynic what is there left to be
There is no future and even if there? s one i? m weak
A letter all complaints this is my fame

I am a wonder there? s no restraint
I paid for everything i have and by mistake
I once got me a guitar i played it ever since
It? s no big deal it? s just the feeling? s real


Y? all got problems
Y? all are wrong
Y? all make mistakes
And stroll behind along
You? re all frustrated
That your life has gone wrong
Say: what am i - i am a clown who? s forcing to smile

Am i unhappy is there a reason to be
Is there something i should have or own in there please
Cause if there was i? d buy it guaranteed
There? s nothing really worth it not for me

It? s a chain-reaction every single day
A simple distraction that got delayed
There is no future in what i keep
The never ending blame for being who i am

Y? all got problems
Y? all are wrong
Y? all make mistakes
And stroll behind along
You? re all frustrated
That your life has gone wrong
Sing: what am i - i am a clown who? s forcing to smile