Rounder - Pere Ubu

I tore myself up inside.

And I ripped everything out.

It was a storm that went by.

It had the sound of the winter wind.

It had the sound of the frozen lake.

I tore myself up inside.

(Only the walls were left.)

I tore myself up.

(I'm a big success.)

I could not feel.

(I do a good job.)

I could not feel.

(I tear myself up inside.)

Dumb luck.

(Some excuse!)

It works out that way.

I heard the voice of reason.

«Don't upset yourself.»

«Don't upset yourself.»

«Don't upset yourself.»

I heard the voice of reason.

I didn’t listen.

(Yeah, I know it all.)

I heard the voice of reason.

Way far away.

I tore myself up inside.

And I ripped everything out.

Only the walls were left.

Then I looked around for something else to tear out.

I reached deep!