Hooray For Me - Pulley

Call me stupid, call me crazy, call me what you will

I don’t write this music with intent to pay my bills

Cookie cut-out cardboard bands and we all sound the same

Guess I’m just a hypocrite for living out my dreams

May not make a difference, not trying to make you see

May not make much sense to you, but oh it does to me

When it’s all been said and done, I know that I had fun

I’ll take it to the grave with me

This music still lives

What can I say that I haven’t said before?

Not afraid to be mistaken, not afraid to try

Not afraid to be uncertain, not afraid to die

When the words stop coming out, the music finally stops

Pound my head against the wall, my bubble has been popped

Lost the vibe, the fluid feel, the ink’s gone from my pen

Picked apart, there’s nothing left will it come back again?

When it’s all been said and done, I know that I had fun

I’ll take it to the grave with me

This music still lives

It’s the tale of a broken man

I just can’t find the words, my story goes unheard

The tale of a broken man

Just can’t find the words, my story goes unheard

The tale of a broken man, broken man

Broken!