Imperfect Words

I might have been a teacher
A rabbi or a preacher then
But as the path got narrow
I understood I wasn’t one of them

Not for me
The shepherd for a flock of lost souls
I sing I sing I sing
Imperfect words
They roll off my tongue
I got something for everyone

And as I've gotten older
I don't have the steady shoulder I would like
My framework is more fragile
It’s true I’m less agile in a fight

Not for me
A pugilist scrapping on the kerbs
I sing I sing I sing
Imperfect words
They roll off my tongue
I got something for everyone

And when I was a dealer
I met people who were meaner than me
They stole my pot my cash
You could say they let me down reliably

Not again
A merchant of magical herbs
I sing I sing I sing
Imperfect words
They roll off my tongue
I got something for everyone
They roll off my tongue
You know I got something for everyone

So gather round friends
Come listen to me
You cunts who thought
I lived the life of a devotee
Well I’m a big bad wolf
Breathing at your door
You let me in with these words I sing
You let me in once more

In a life that's full of choice
I got to use my voice, fate smiled
In my strange chosen profession
I got permission to stay a child

Not for me, responsibility
I’d rather be off with the birds
I sing I sing I sing
Imperfect words
They roll off my tongue
I got something for everyone
They roll off my tongue
You know I got something for everyone

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