Paroles de Not So Academic

I'm a rogue, saint and a scoundrel I terminate at Bethnal Green I'd shake hands with the devil To get where I want to be Because I feel my soul Swell through my brain And spit tears out my eyes When I hit the refrain And lately I just daydream A social outcast in my tower If only all men had the courage They too could be cowards They could feel their souls Swell through their brains And spit tears out their eyes Again and again When they hit the refrain But mother I'm not so academic I'm not so academic but I love I'm a rogue, saint and a scoundrel I spend my days on the echoing green Come thunder frightening Or dumb white lightning-flooded Couldashouldawouldofbeens Out of control Out of sync Everywhere but the bowl Everywhere but the kitchen sink Mother I'm not so academic Mother I'm not so academic but I love