Teksty: Hello Beautiful. Saint Andrew's Bridge.

Well i?m sittin on top saint andrew?s bridge
and i?m thinkin about how hard life is
bliss is a sin i drown when i swing
its hard to fly on broken wings

im sittin thinkin
people passin
and i know none of them know me
they only see themselves man they never lookin closely
let?s talk about them kids who gettin raped by all them lowly cowards
desperate and dirty
just thinkin about it hurt me
i smoked a quarter and thought
for a quarter of her pre-teen years
a young girl is abused and forced to face her worst fears
so so much so, later on, the only thing between brains
bein all over a shirt and her, is cloth and springs
seein a stream to fall like a rock when you stop to swim
don?t even seem to make sense but being captive bent your fin
and what could you do?
they all over you and you don?t even have a say
what could you do?
they all over you
poor child, you?ll have your day...

well i?m sittin on top saint andrew?s bridge
and i?m thinkin about how hard life is
bliss is a sin i drown when i swing
its hard to fly on broken wings (ch.x2)

im sayin V for vulnerability
not V for vendetta
them kids are here to see clear
not for you to see what?s in their sweater
no-one spoke
"let her go"
"you got her soul"
"get your own"
i must say it?s a shame no-body filled ?em with holes
i gotta be real, i?m an outsider
but i speak when wrong aint right
eight years old, you up inside her nightmares for all her life
wet ?em with gas, set ?em alight
maybe that aint sufficient
i could never know the way somebody feel in that position
i knew a dude it happened to
he was halfway to ten
same thing
innocence shattered by the filth of grown men
and jus think
aint nothin made replaceable you could give
that?s a pain that lasts longer than some people live

well i?m sittin on top saint andrew?s bridge
and i?m thinkin about how hard life is
bliss is a sin i drown when i swing
its hard to fly on broken wings (ch.x2)

the thing that get me set me off like firecrackers on the fourth
or the first
it aint your fault they never took you for a blessin at birth
but for all lessons are worth
aint no point teachin
don?t bother turnin life into one non-stop weekend
cause we done did it all before but it?s THEM that did you wrong
like a lotus flower blossom outta all that chaos
i hear ya heart is strong
you been up against all odds
see as a child of God the odds are always set against us all
still though when it comes to talk
there aint much i could offer
and i know you dont want pity cause in a city full of paupers
the rich are those who know that you?re an elegant princess
judges are man-made
God alone is your witness
judges are man-made
God alone is your witness
God alone is your witness!

well i?m sittin on top saint andrew?s bridge
and i?m thinkin about how hard life is
bliss is a sin i drown when i swing
its hard to fly on broken wings (ch.x3)