ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

Broke


What’s with the long face
Do you feel left out
Do you need some space
Or maybe it’s me

Do I make you unhappy
How I wish you would be proud of me
Break the silence with a word or three
Can you help me

Can you mould me into something you might like to keep
But the asking price is way too steep
And I’m broke
Better believe it

When will the fuse blow
Is there anything you don’t know
Maybe you can tell me

Do I make you unhappy
’cause when you smile a shiver runs right through me
I need a verdict but the jury’s out
Can you help me

Where’s your dictionary of put downs I don’t hear a peep
All you ever say is talk is cheap
And I’m broke
Oh I’m broke
I feel so low

Why don’t you take it from me
You’ll never be happy
’cause I don’t know anyone whose been that lucky
You never know how much you mean to me
Can you help me

I’ve been sentenced to a lifetime, you’re bleeding me dry
When I ask you’ll say I don’t know why
But I won’t
Oh I’m broke
I’m broke
So I’m broke

There I go around the bend around again
There I go around the bend around again
There I go around the bend around again
Here I go