I'm bad news a black and blueser
Who's a loser
a merry go round spiraling down
I'm all used up
chaffed and chewed up
Who's just screwed up
the same old Charlie
hitting the ground
Cause I'll never be the
soul of a man noble and wise
Like the soul of a man
who lifted me high
Soul of a man heroic and true
Like the soul of a man
I looked up to
What else could I do
Stupid Hubris no excuses
I blew my fuses
I guess I'm just a ruse
in my fathers shoes
Not amusing
no confusing this streak of losing
Totally brutal and useless too
How can I be the soul of a man
noble and wise
Like the soul of a man
who lifted me high
Soul of a man heroic and true
Like the soul of a man
that I looked up to
What else could I
Just when I'm reaching for that
rung at the top
On that broken heel steady
ready ready to drop
When will I be the
soul of a man noble and wise
Like the soul of a man
who lifted me high
Soul of a man heroic and true
Like the soul of a man
I looked up to
What else could I do
I'll never be no I'll never be
I have gone and let you down
Whoa soul soul of a man
Here comes that familiar sound
Same old Charlie
hitting the ground