Soul of a Man - Stark Sands

I'm bad news a black and blues-er

Who's a loser a merry-go-round spiraling down

I'm all used up chaffed and chewed up

Who's just screwed up

The same old Charlie hitting the ground

Cause I'll never be the soul of a man noble and wise

Like the soul of a man who lifted me high

Like the soul of a man heroic and true

Like the soul of a man I looked up to

What else could I do

Stupid Hubris no excuses

I blew my fuses I guess

I'm just a ruse in my fathers shoes

Not amusing no confusing this streak of losing

Totally brutal and useless too

How can I be the soul of a man noble and wise

Like the soul of a man who lifted me high

Like the soul of a man heroic and true

Like the soul of a man I looked up to

What else could I

Just when I'm reaching for that rung at the top

On that broken heel steady ready ready to drop

When will I be the soul of a man noble and wise

Like the soul of a man who lifted me high

Soul of a man heroic and true

Like the soul of a man I looked up to

What else could I do

I'll never be no I'll never be

I have gone and let you down

Whoa soul soul of a man

Here comes that familiar sound

Same old Charlie hitting the ground