Born on a different cloud
from the ones that have burst round town
It's no surprise to me
that i am classless, clever and free
Loaded just like a gun
I'm the hero that's still unsung
Living on borrowed time
Talking to myself again
This time I think I'm getting through
It's funny how i think
it's funny how i do
Lonely soul
Busy working overtime
Nothing ever gets done
Specially when my hands are tied