Текст песни Scatman John - Quiet Desperation

Sitting on a crate of milk, morning, noon and night
Fantasizing about the American Dream
You look great and you're convinced himself
In that nightmare is not as bad as it seems

You try struggled to hide under leash
And the plastic bag is all you need to show
And your books in the truck shop - perhaps
The best education that you ever get ... mmmmm

The guy in the Mercedes just screams with dollar in hand
Better grab it because the light turns green
And while you're there , throw rubbish over the fence
Because the policeman behind the wheel , just looks angry

Institution contribution recovery , poverty
It is not important now for you
You - a free feature film , your audience follow you
So , maybe you should stop and bow

You live in despair
And you never felt full
You live in anticipation
The next day on the street

Sing with me < Scat >

You're in the same place , you want to go home
But there is no home than home on the horizon
You forgot who you like
And it seems that you have forgotten
And your eyes look very strange ...

And more have nothing to hide , you've lost all your pride
And whatever you feel inside - a hole a mile wide
You're a free man desperate and excellent live model
Country which does not have a good excuse ...

You live in despair
And you never felt full
You live in anticipation
The next day on the street

Sing with me < Scat >

You're sitting on your milk crate , wrapped in a blanket
I see you sitting day after day
I actually want to talk , but I know if I draw near
You probably would have got up and left ...

Do you wish your home to the American Dream
Was not only in the smoke and exhaust gases
I love you desperately and all I can say
You let me know how much I really lost

You live in despair
And you never felt full
You live in anticipation
The next day on the street

Sing with me < Scat >

You live in despair
And you never felt full
You live in anticipation
The next day on the street

Sing with me < Scat >
Sing with me < Scat >

Sittin 'on a milk crate, morning noon and night
Fantasizing the American Dream
You're looking pretty good, and you've got yourself convinced
That the nighmare ain't as bad as it seems

You try your best to hide yourself beneath a turned-up collar
And a plastic bag is all you've got to show
And your books inside your shopping cart is probably
The best education you're ever gonna know ... mmmm

The guy in the Mercedes just hollered with the dollar
Better grab it 'cos the signal's turning green
And while you're at it put the junk behind the picket fence
'Cos the cop is driving by sure lookin' mean

Institution, contribution, restitution, destitution
Doesn't mean a thing to you now
You're the freeway feature film, your audience is driving by
So maybe you should stand and take a bow

You're living in desperation
And you never have felt complete
You live in anticipation
Of another day on the street

Sing with me ...

You're sitting in that same spot, you wanna go home
But there ain't no home but home on the range
You've forgotten what you look like
And it looks like you've forgotten
And the look inside your eye's very strange ...

Ain't nothin 'left to hide, you're stripped of all your pride
And all you feel inside is a hole a mile wide
You're the freeway desperado and a perfect living model
Of a land that hasn't any good excuse ...

You're living in desperation
And you never have felt complete
You live in anticipation
Of another day on the street
Sing with me ... <