Little Soul

Wanky, little soul of mine — where was it that you slept last night?
Have you been treated as you always should be?
Did they offer you at least some tea?
Or did they enter you — your secret path — and did you stuff you didn’t like
that much?
Wanky, little soul of mine, sleep now baby it’s alright
Wandering in the street — smoking- sick — read my lip:
Someday, you’ll say: «It"s all ok, hang on!»
Someday, you’ll say: «It"s all ok, hang on!»
Someday, you’ll say: «It"s all ok, hang on!»
Someday, you’ll say: «It"s all ok, hang on!»
When I say so, I mean it — oh Lord, I do so
You wanted me gone, I’m still here though
From one year to the other, I’m trying things to understand
How come and they don’t get it — Don’t lay back! Don’t shake your hands!
Waking up is all you can do, get prepared for what’s to come!
Little souls have no chance here, think about to man up!
Someday, you’ll say: «It"s all ok, hang on!»
Someday, you’ll say: «It"s all ok, hang on!»
Someday, you’ll say: «It"s all ok, hang on!»
Someday, you’ll say: «It"s all ok, hang on!»