Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Man On A Fish, artist - Good Rats.
Date of issue: 30.04.1979
Song language: English
Man On A Fish |
Ask me whatever yes is and knows |
I’m a man of the world who has traveled all roads |
And I’ve seen all the troubles that a lifetime should see |
Like a man on a fish -- it ain’t no place to be |
And I’ve seen only sorrow in brassy old beds |
And I’ve looked for the answers in many gray heads |
I like to listen to the words that I say |
I’m the only man left who will see things my way |
Like the old movie houses that haven’t been sold |
I was filled with a warmness that’s turned into cold |
Look at my face boy -- study it close |
Look at my eyes and notice my nose |
Are you thinking that I must have been quiet a man |
Well it’s more than you think -- I can still break ya hand |
If its pity you’re giving — then I’ll have me none |
If it’s warmth you’re expecting -- go out in the sun! |
I like to listen to the words that I say |
I’m the only man left who will see things my way |
Like the old movie houses that haven’t been sold |
I was filled with a warmness that’s turned into cold |
Your time is coming and mine’s near the end |
I believe there’s a chance that I might be here again |
And I’ll see all the troubles that a lifetime should see |
Like a man on a fish -- it ain’t no place to be |
And I’ll throw my arm out as I reach for the ring |
Life’s a merry-go-round -- I’ll repeat everything! |
I like to listen to the words that I say |
I’m the only man left who will see things my way |
Like the old movie houses that haven’t been sold |
I was filled with a warmness that’s turned into cold |
I like to listen to the words that I say |
I’m the only man left who will see things my way |
Like the old movie houses that haven’t been sold |
I was filled with a warmness that’s turned into cold |
I like to listen to the words that I say |
I’m the only man left who will see things my way |
Like the old movie houses that haven’t been sold |
I was filled with a warmness that’s turned into cold |