Letra de Ten to One de Poor Jim

I feel the same: drawn out, dried, hurt by what you say.
Nice clothes. Your mind is all shadows.
Insane, see the light; step off;
Don't you know that those cold hard lies that you're telling come back?
Look at me. I won't stand for another.
Now, what you're seeing is a man taken by what he needs.
So hard you have it when you're down.
Here's the day, dreaming of another fate.
So hard you have it--tell me.
Look at me. I won't wait until tomorrow.