Paul Siebel - Chips Are Down lyrics

To be a man when the chips are down Be a clown when you fight Hiding your face in a bra** parade, masquerade through the night Ah you're only half grown and you're sleeping And neatly at four matador you're completely alone Nothing is worth too much sacrifice Life is nice, put me on Read all the books up upon the shelf Know myself, what a bore Poets were made for the guillotine, Philistines know much more Ah you can't work when you're bored in your room boy And soon with his broom a four all your own Everyone preaching about give and take How I love and hate, shoot the dice Beautiful people they make me sick It's a trick, they're a drag Raisins? They carry between the peak Should you meet, raise the flag Ah the paton a perfect So if its you baby blue come play with me Trouble with love you must give it all Us the best of call it alone