Tiny Dream Machine

Poor man’s soul

Waking up by a ticklin’ , didn’t have enough rest

It’s a strange number calling, it huts me in my chest

A Shell voice keeps me howlin’, I don’t wanna see you again

Why, don’t you keep it calm babe, and let me do my best

My best, my best, my best, my best, my

Oh, it’s a poor man’s soul

Oh, it’s a poor man’s soul

Why should I ever believe you, after all what you’ve done

Now if you let explain me, you’ve got it all wrong

Never mind, those lame words, I’m all set and done

Or is it because I’m a poor man? You took the money and run

Oh, it’s a poor man’s soul 

Oh, it’s a poor man’s soul

Oh, it’s a poor man’s soul

No money bring me back babe, not even cost my neck

Now here is the poor man’s writing, I won’t be coming back

After all that what I’ve found, you turn the table around

Why do you ever blame me, you hurt me in my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul, my soul, my 

Oh, it’s a poor man’s soul

Oh, it’s a poor man’s soul

Oh, it’s a poor man’s soul

Oh, it’s a poor man’s soul 

Oh, it’s a poor man’s soul