Humans from Cycles by Bug Davies

HUMANS
capo 2

C Am Em F

Crazy guy
who is he to show his insides
i keep mine stitched up
you could say that I hide

I have a wife with a name
And some kids with her face
I work for food on the table
And we thank God with Grace

I get this feeling
inside this body of my own
it sounds so hollow
when you knock on my bones

I was told what life was
And I never asked again
I went to school for a while
Now i'm a link among the chain

my stomach is empty
my head is askew
my soul's simply yearning
for something that's new

i work on contentment
feeling okay
when there's nothing happening
be fine when its grey

I am a human
And that is enough
And i got ideas behind
this old ugly mug

I try to be kind
And I try not to sink
I think that's enough
No matter what you think

if there weren't policemen
I'd still do no crime
If my neighbour asked
I'd tell him the time

my name is Body
and my mind is fine
if my neighbour asked
I'd tell him the time

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