Well, I'm not a wise Man
I just follow Intuition
I take life as it comes
Commissioned for submission
I may be a Dramatist
Some call me an Amorist
But the Bleeding heart's an Artist
And mine is in your fist
So you have my blood on your fingers
A dirty soul that lingers
But I to have yours in my hand
'Cause well... I'm not a wise man
