Lyrics A Sad Man Belong in Corners - Leonardo Ringo

Tuesday morning, I woke up feeling fine
Got a gun in my hand, definitely not mine
Maybe I had too much to drink, cast out of a scene
Or I tried to kill myself, listened to Everybody Loves Irene
And it's mine to deny, all the troubles inside
Pack your stuffs, there's the door
It's your only way out
I'm the sad man belong in corners of our time

They got a new car, parked just across the street
Mine an '83 Honda, pretty much covered in shit
Look at them in their fancy colors and some headbands too
All I wear is this rugged jeans, and some stinking' Converse shoes
And it's me who cries out, all the bitches inside
And I'm screaming complains, well it's my middle name
I'm the sad man belong in corners of our time

I sing my sad songs, hey people come gather around
I got the saddest lyrics, better than Dylan's or Browne's
Sometimes I knock your sympathy, heck, I'll cry onstage
What you don't know from me, huh, I like to imitate
And I'm buried alive, in this hole that I dug
I can't keep on pretend, that my life is in pain
I'm the sad man belong in corners of our time
We have our rights to be lonely
They have theirs to just stare