Half Rich Loner Songtext
von Paul Jacobs

I was the half rich loner
Hanging underneath the ceiling
Staring at a photo
Or taking notes at the meeting
Yeah, that was me


I′m not afraid of the morning
I'm not afraid of the evening
I don′t think about religion
I handle all of my feelings

But this town has got me under some sort of spell

I was the half rich, no good for nothing
Never amount to anything, never going to make it