O Pastor
of december
I was thrown into a world
that I remember
Hated me and so I hate it too
I was freed by all the rules
that ensaved me
I was forged from all the
thoughts that you gave me
That is why i come for you
I was Torn and I was Worn
and I was broke in two
I was Torn and I was Worn
and I was broke in two
I was Torn and I was Worn
and I was broke in two
I was much more
much more before I met you
I defied all the whores
that you sent here
Bringing pain through the haze
until it's all clear
Wha
How High the Moon
I am what I am - I am my own special creation.
So come take a look, give me the hook or the ovation.
It’s my world
That I want to have a little pride in - my word,
And it’s not a place I have to hide in
Life’s not worth a damn, ‘til you can say:
„I am what I am"
I am what I am, I don’t want praise
I don’t want pity - I bang my own drum,
some think it’s noise, I think it’s pretty.
And so what if I love each feather and each spangle,
Why not try and see things from a diff’rent angel?
Your life is a sham, ‘til you can shout out:
„I am what I am"
I am what I am and what I am needs no excuses
I deal my own deck - sometimes the ace, sometimes the deuces.
It’s one life and there’s no return and no deposit:
One life, so it’s time to open up your closet.
Life’s not worth a damn ‘til you can shout out:
„I am what I am"
I am what I am, am what I am needs no excuses.
I deal my own deck - sometimes the ace, sometimes the deuces.
It’s one life, and there’s no return and no deposit:
One life, so it’s time to open up your closet:
Life’s not worth a damn ‘til you can shout out:
„I am what I am"
I am, I am, I am useful, I am, I am, I am, I am true.
I am, I am somebody. I am a good and new. Yes I am what I am!