Rick Springfield. Other. LIO. Zeneszám

LIO they say you haven't made it
Until you got that favor
I can't help it hurts me
The pen cuts like a razor
Too bad if they kick you in the face
They draw blood you can put in your pen
And you write again
Oh what a disappointment, LIO
I thought that you would go the distance, my...oh...
Anticipation was a little high, oh...
You were low, low, low, low, LIO

Symbols spread across the pages
I play electric wires
I've got rhythms in my head
And irons in the fires
It don't hurt the process
But they did leave a scar on the face of the fighter
Who'll fight again
Oh what a disappointment, LIO
I thought that you would go the distance, my...oh...
Anticipation was a little high, oh...
You were low, low, low, low, LIO

My world, which lives inside of my head
No where else but my head
And I'm the one who puts the limitations on it
They said you belong in this line over here
No thanks, I'm not that weak
And the music will speak again
Oh what a disappointment, LIO
I thought that you would go the distance, my...oh...
Anticipation was a little high, oh...
You were low, low, low, low, LIO
You were low, low, low, low, LIO
You were low, low, low, low

Humans walking around in cages
We build with our own hands
Looking for the turning point that waits outside