What About Me - Grin, Nils Lofgren

There’s a man on my block he owns a band

I wonder what who does to make amends

That waif upstairs never had no soul

Just mini King Kong in a circus show

You’re gonna get along, you’re gonna get along

But what about me, what about me

Depression, rejection chained in my cell

At least your different soul got your heaven and sell

I hate who I am, well I imagine who I be

Makes living in the future sort of a mystery

You’re gonna get along, you’re gonna get along

But what about me, what about me baby

I said what about me, what about me

I said what about me, what about me baby

Hey

My dear friends they rough up my style

Now there’s the kind of trouble I just keep on file

I’m sick and I’m tired plus I’m fed up, now I’m sad

You could have been the best thing I ever had

You’re gonna get along

You’re gonna get along

Yeah, but what about me

What about me, baby

I said what about me

What about me…